Part of this financing deal with Brother Tyrannosaurus includes some traditional Guangxi hospitality, like the sharing of such culinary delicacies as field mice and "cow bliss” and also insisting he sleep with "his best girl," who might be his best girl but she is also a mule (that reel is conveniently missing). But in the best of first act traditions, this stuff only scratches the surface of the hilarious sacrifices he will make.
At the heart of these struggles is Cheung's touching relationship with his young daughter, one that writhes in jeopardy as his stiff, successful lawyer wife is constantly trying to lessen his time and influence. The tussle culminates in an offer that puts our protagonist at the center of this internal conflict: daughter or immediate career (the problem is of course the ongoing catch 22 that he needs a career to keep supporting his offspring).
Another element that keeps Vulgaria afloat is that it manages to slide some reasonably slick satire into the insane proceedings. The state of the film industry is constantly attacked whether it be pro-terrorist product placement, actors ogling for positive tabloid exposure or even Cheung's last saving throw, a bit of cynical brilliance that somehow manages to tie the whole story together with surprising beauty.
Well, beauty being relative. It's just that for a film mostly about offensive and batty things, it utterly manages to summon warmth to the surface with nods toward the importance of family and fatherhood. And it certainly offers up a good deal of laugh out loud moments despite a series of in-jokes lost in the Cantonese > English translation or our lack of familiarity with inter-Hong-Kong relations. Some may find it too esoteric or exclusive, but I found it sat right in that wheelhouse of smart, entendre-filled audacity and maybe you will too. And If so:
It's on like donkey dong.