When Jean-Claude Van Damme became Hong Kong’s gateway to Hollywood

Jean-Claude Van Damme’s latest film, the organ-theft thriller Pound Of Flesh, he owns the screen. He appears in almost every scene, and when he’s present, all the action revolves around him. Plot points exist only to nudge him from beatdown to beatdown. Other characters lives’ begin and end in relation to his. And the camera drools over his full splits with a fetishistic intensity rarely found outside of hardcore pornography. It’s a messy, dim, stylistically indistinct film, but that hardly matters to its intended audience, because this is also a JCVD movie. Director Ernie Barbarash had one job: to construct a hundred-minute obstacle course for his leading man to punch, kick, strangle, and stab his way through. Without Van Damme, the film would have zero value, and no reason to exist.

That wasn’t always the case with his movies. Even as Van Damme began to age out of his late-’80s-to-early-’90s heyday, he attracted accomplished, aesthetically assured filmmakers that could do more than assemble starring vehicles for an idiosyncratic actor. Between 1993 and 1998, three titans of the Hong Kong New Wave tapped Van Damme as the poster boy for their big debuts in Western cinema. Action grandmaster John Woo brought him to the bayou for Hard Target, Tsui Hark stuck him with Dennis Rodman in Double Team and then managed to take a step down by pairing him with Rob Schneider in Knock Off, and Ringo Lam had him pulling double duty as a French cop and his Russian twin in Maximum Risk.

These four films represent the unlikeliest of international efforts: Chinese films financed with American money starring a Belgian martial-arts expert. At the time, cinephiles bronzing and mounting their VHS copies of Woo’s Bullet In The Head cried sacrilege, but posterity has proven Van Damme was an ideal conduit between Hong Kong and Hollywood. In his elegant combination of grace and brutality, Van Damme split the difference between bullheaded American action and agile New Wave cool. Like any fighter worth his salt, Van Damme makes it all looks easy.

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Like any fighter worth his salt, Van Damme makes it all looks easy. But his self-styled method of combat actually fuses a complex array of disciplines into a personalized form uniquely suited for Woo’s signature mode of filmmaking. Onscreen, it can sometimes seem as if Van Damme is having trouble connecting one word to the next, but his physicality contains multitudes. A young Van Damme began learning Shotokan karate at age 10, earning his black belt by 18 and mastering Muay Thai and Taekwondo along the way.

His training let him get a leg up on the art of kickboxing (which appropriately propelled him to one of his first leading roles, in 1989’s Kickboxer), but his years spent as a ballet student exerted a comparable influence over his movements. Van Damme pivots from strike to strike as if he’s submerged in water, spinning between kicks with a dancer’s fluidity. The rhythm of Van Damme’s attacks provided Woo with an ideal outlet for his stylized marriage of serenity and violence. In the copious fight scenes strewn throughout the 1993 film Hard Target, Woo’s camera matches Van Damme blow for blow, anticipating his next move like an old sparring partner.

Woo’s penchant for temporal dilation was in full form, shifting from hyperkinetic speed to slow-mo to bring out the full cinematic effect of Van Damme’s brute force. The climax of Hard Target collects Van Damme’s grizzled ex-Marine Chance Boudreaux (the JCVD approximation of a Cajun accent is a thing of beauty, like a painting someone’s set on fire) and his enemies at a warehouse storing Mardi Gras floats for a bullet-riddled showdown. As Chance sidesteps and evades his opponents, Woo hectically leaps between cuts, juxtaposing extreme close-ups, whip pans, and quick zooms.

But when Chance goes in for the kill, snapping a man’s arm over his shoulder, Woo knows to maximize the moment and slow everything to a crawl. The audience can practically hear the individual shards of bone splintering. What’s more, Woo contrives an atmosphere of heightened emphasis that accounts for Van Damme’s distinctive (some might say “poor”) acting skills. Van Damme’s Chance has seen some shit, having survived a tour of duty and life on the treacherous streets of N’awlins. To put it flatly, Van Damme does not have the gravitas required to believably inhabit such a role, and his sincerest efforts only land him in strange, confusing territory.

The lunatic genius of Hard Target, and, in a larger sense, Woo’s career, is that Van Damme’s incoherent, mumbling pseudo-Cajun is probably the fifth-weirdest element of the film. How can viewers get hung up on Chance’s regionally nonspecific dialect when Wilford Brimley is shooting arrows at armed men from horseback? In one of the film’s silliest flourishes, Van Damme punches an actual snake in the face, then sets it as a booby trap for the men tailing him. At a certain point, Chance’s core ridiculousness settles as another expression of Woo’s maximalist hunger for more, more, more.