Film

My Young Auntie

Name: My Young Auntie
Genre: Action, Comedy
Released: 1981
Cast: Lau Kar-leung, Kara Wai Ying-hung, Hsiao Ho, Johnny Wang Lung-Wei, Wilson Tong Wai-Shing

Martial arts action
Light-hearted

A spirited martial-arts comedy about a young champion who marries an elderly widower to save his estate from his scheming brother. Lau Kar-leung's film blends physical comedy, genuine kung-fu prowess, and romantic mishap with the warmth of someone who clearly loves his characters. It's playful without being silly, action-packed without losing the plot to spectacle.

TMDb rating

3.3

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you enjoy old-school Hong Kong martial-arts comedy where the fights double as physical jokes and the heroine's sharp wit matters as much as her footwork.

Skip it if you want tight plotting or a steady tone, since it shifts between broad slapstick and family squabbling and runs long for a comedy of this kind.

What it asks of you: Two hours among the old-school fight choreography, with the patience to let the broad jokes land and the slower family scenes play out between bouts.

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