Back in high school, I was a huge fan of Hong Kong action movies. I didn't really have a choice in the matter, since three of my cousins spent several years indoctrinating me into the wonders of Jet Li, Jackie Chan, and some of the cheesiest crap American action cinema has ever produced (Cop, Hai, no thanks to you for Remo Williams and Gym-freaking-kata).
My impressionable mind absorbed dozens (maybe even hundreds) of kung fu movies in those years, wuxia and otherwise. But then I fell off of the wagon - when I was in college, it was hard to get my hands on any good fu flicks. I watched what I could, but the flow of movies slowed to a tiny stream, then a trickle, and finally nothing. As of about four years ago, I watched maybe one movie in Chinese a year. Anime and manga (oh, and this weird webcomic thing) rushed in to fill the void, and I mostly left my Hong Kong cinema days behind me.
Then it all came rushing back in the past week. Thanks to not-so-subtle conditioning from mikelurker, I felt compelled to watch Condor Hero when I saw it on KTSF (amusingly, it's listed in the TV guide as a documentary). After watching Yang Guo and Xiao Long Nu take on the cruel master of Heartless Valley for an hour, it all came back to me. The urge to shout out attack and stance names. The dreams where I jump impossible heights and throw household objects with unerring aim and deadly force.
It's a pretty fortuitous rediscovery for me, since the last season of anime was so uninteresting that I haven't watched any anime in 2007. Wuxia neatly fills the void left by anime sucking, and until anime becomes interesting again, I have flying Chinese folks to keep me warm.
There's only one problem with my kung fu resurgence.
I have a very, very high credit limit.
This could get ugly.