Every so often there is a hand-to-hand fight scene to cut the boredom -- the best is set atop a precipitously high wooden tower in a village square -- but even these don't set themselves apart from anything we've seen before.
Even though Fearless is laced with stunning fight sequences, none of them have lingered in my memory as vividly as Li's face has: His body may begin the story told in Fearless, but his face completes it.
[Li's] work invites comparison not with the slapstick kung fu-lery of Jackie Chan (which I love), but with the scissoring limbs and corkscrew lifts of Merce Cunningham and other modern dancers. Li puts the swoosh into wushu.
Jet Li's Fearless fears nothing indeed: Not lack of a plausible story, not murky motivations and idealized settings and cliched characters, not too much overblown wire work in the martial arts sequences.