There are so many special topics in Herman Yau’s 1996 film “伊波拉病毒 / Ebola Syndrome”. Murder, rape, urine, necrophilia, Anthony Wong Chau Sang, vomit, cannibalism, blood; it’s Taboo-tastic!
Hundreds of fans have reviewed and discussed this notorious low-budget film. Coolass Cinema’s review is the most comprehensive. You may want to check out this censorship overview if you’re already a fan and feel you simply must see an extra second of pissing.
Before I get to my favorite part of the movie, I would like to mention that A-Wong’s performance as a complex grudge-holding loser is brilliant, completely unnecessary, and mostly overlooked. It’s hard to pay attention to the psychological subtleties of a character when he’s raping a corpse. Wong should have been nominated for a HK Film Best Actor Award but I guess they were too busy nominating
Lawrence Olivier Jackie Chan for “Rumble in the Bronx” instead.
The death of Anthony Wong in “Ebola Syndrome” is one of the most fantastic things I’ve ever seen. I’ve memorialized it in a special girly joy bubbles scrapbook. Don’t you love to make memory scrapbooks? I do.
Poor Anthony Wong. I know he’s the scourge of humanity but damn son, this death is cinematic amazaballs.
(I hope this stuntman got paid a lot of money)
Greatest. Death. Ever. My scrapbook overfloweth with love.
I think it would be very difficult to write an ending for a film that has already explored just about everything one can do to a human body. This monumental Rasputin-like overkill is perfect.
Thank you, Herman Yau. Thank you for your happy madness.