In case you were wondering why I named this blog “Holy & Dangerous,” this post is for you.
Aficionados of Hong Kong film will recall the movie that sparked a spate of films in the mid- to late-1990s that focused on the lives, loves, and occasional bloody beatings of young triad gang members climbing their way to the top of Hong Kong crime syndicates: Young & Dangerous.
So popular was the film that it launched a franchise that included at least five sequels and a prequel, as well as numerous knock-offs, including one focused on females called Sexy & Dangerous.
Frankly, I wouldn’t have been surprised if in this slew of copycats there was a title for every aspect of triad life or for various iterations of triad personnel:Crazy & Dangerous. Geriatric & Dangerous. Dangerous & Even More Dangerous. Incontinent & Dangerous. Paranoid & Dangerous. Constipated & Not So Dangerous. Gassy & Dangerous. Racist & Dangerous. Gassy & Racist. You get the picture.
Hence, Holy & Dangerous.
Why not, right? What’s life if it ain’t a thugz life, yo?