An indie drama cashing in on the retro craze for old martial arts and 1980s fare. This has a trio of three middle aged martial artists seeking to recapture their youth by battling various villains. A whole lot of talk, none of it very interesting, accompanied by other non-interesting bits.

Three middle-aged men are estranged from their Kung-Fu teacher Sifu Cheung. One is a struggling divorced dad unwilling to fight. One is out of shape and injured. One has forgotten everything. Their Sifu is found dead of a suspected heart attack. They find the cause to be some other dark force.

This is an American indie kung fu comedy. The lead tries his best but he can't do what this movie needs. This movie needs the next Jackie Chan or a rejuvenated Stephen Chow. It needs a kung fu comedic master. This lead here is only a rough copy. He makes some of this work. I can see where the jokes are coming from. He's doing an admirable job but it's not top level stuff. Carter is much more hilarious but we're laughing at him. This is a good honest effort but it doesn't rise beyond its indie sensibilities.

The film is billed as a comedy, which it is not although it is light at times. In the opening we see a murder as Sifu Wong (Raymond Ma ) is killed by a superior fighter. We then flash back 30 years as Sifu is teaching three disciples. They become good fighters, but then life happens. The story centers mostly on Danny (Alain Uy) who has become a divorced insurance adjuster. The film consists of the three tigers attempting to hunt down the killer, one who knows "poison fingers."

I guess if you have seen enough Kung Fu films, you might consider this a spoof, although I have a hard time separating the spoof from real even with Chris Farley in them. We do see a family theme and one of keeping your word. Too bad they tossed in one written/translated MF word.