Unfortunately though, the action sequences, while endless, lack conviction. At times they seem rather too obviously to be just stunt-people pretending to exchange blows. And during the climactic twenty minutes after about the tenth consecutive shot where someone falls from a roof and the actual landing is hidden by a hedge or pots conveniently located in front of the camera, one wants to throw something at the screen at the transparency of the wool the filmmakers are attempting to pull over one’s eyes. One irritating aspect of the film is that one never finds out what the Magic Legs really are – it supposed to being some mystical art and after discovering it the practitioners seem to do lots more kicking, but nothing that doesn’t look like a standard kung fu blow.