I worship at the altar of my god, Chow Yun-Fat, and this film was a freaking unhinged baptism.
Unlike its other HK counterparts at the time, there's nothing romantic or honorable about Prison on Fire. Its filthy, it's grimy, it's sweaty. This colorful cast of characters are either two-faced backstabbers or murder-happy lunatics who can flip a switch at the drop of a dime. It is the anti-heroic bloodshed.
As the third act crescendos into a no holds barred riot,…