Steve Coleman's achievement in creating a musical environment for serious improvising that sets aside acoustic, swing-based rhythms for electric, funk-influenced ones that don't fall prey to repetitive fusion formulas is one of the great creative accomplishments in jazz over the last 20 years. The Tao of Mad Phat, recorded live in the studio before a small invited audience in an attempt to capture the looseness and ambience of the Five Elements' live performances, may be the ideal entry point to sampling that criminally underrated feat.
Loletta Lee goes Category III in this sleazy romp about a young girl and her discoveries about love, sex, and how it imparts on the subtle, empowering exhortations of her soul. Blah, blah, blah. In actuality, this uninspired romantic comedy is just lightweight fluff about Jane (Loletta Lee), who skips her overseas trip to school and hikes around Hong Kong. Along the way, she plays voyeur, is nearly assaulted, fools a couple of ugly older men (Shing Fui-On and Tommy Wong, who thankfully don’t get involved in any Category III action), and meets a really nice guy (Poon Jan-Wai). And sleeps with him.