It is both painfully honest and laugh-out-loud funny at the same time.

If you like to be scared, if you like to laugh, and if you like to learn a thing or two at the movies, this absolutely cannot be missed.

True to its essence, the characters remain on the same line and manage to entertain the viewer, each highlighting their own distinctive qualities or touches.

There are moments that feel comical, some horrific, and some downright inspiring but the tonal shifts hardly matter as the end results come to a film that's perfect for this time.

Ive only seen it once and its kinda cool.But i know little about it. ^-^;;He he.I saw it on cartoon networks all star slam but I forget who picked it.It was with this bad guy dude with a tin nose and he stole a map from some museum.It was ok...it was cool.

In the mid 1970's Hanna-Barbera began to make cartoons that were based on real-life trends. From "Devlin" (Evil Knevil), to "Jabberjaw" ("Jaws"), and "These are the Days" ("The Waltons"), they were great concepts (execpt "Jabberjaw" that one sucks). But the best show they did at this time was a show that focused on martial arts, and that show was "Hong Kong Phooey".This show was cool for so many reasons: First off, we have Penrod who's just a janitor dog, but he also has a double life as a martial arts crime fighter who along with his sidekick a cat named Spot, would always stop criminals in a way that inspired other toons like "Inspector Gadget" (In which someone else solves the crime, but the hero gets all the credit when he/she does nothing but bumble) but in a different kind of way in which our feline sidekick isn't pleased that he doesn't get the credit he really deserves since he solved the crimes himself!I got to admit, this is up there with many of H-B'S other greats ("Scooby-Doo", "Flinstones", "Jetsons" etc.). Hopefully, Cartoon Network will get it together, and air all of the 16 eps again like they used to.10/10

It's funny how as a kid you watch some programs on Saturday morning and don't realise how quickly they are repeated. I was amazed to discover HKP only existed for 16 episodes. It felt like I grew up watching him for years.I absolutely loved this show, more than Flintstones, more than Jetsons, even more than Birdman and that's saying something.They just don't make funny harmless cartoons for kids anymore (and I should know, I'm the self appointed censor against the drivell that is on TV for my kids these days .... Pokemon? Poke Off I say!) and that's a shame because being a kid should be about growth and fun, not violence and fierce competition. Plenty of time for those life lessons once childhood is behind you

Oh, I wish I could've been hiding in the opium smoke that afternoon Hanna and Barbera dreamed up Hong Kong Phooey, the idiot janitor dog who leads a double life.The noted Chinese actor Scatman Crothers played the kung fu fighting Shih-tzu with a lot of pep, swirling around in more racist Asian stereotypes than a contemporary Chinese laundry soap commercial (let me refresh your memory: 'my husband , some hotshot!' And the unforgettable: 'ancient Chinese secret, huh?!').But at least the acting was superb. Undoubtedly, Crothers is best remembered for this challenging role as Phooey. When Jack Nicholson rested his axeblade in Crothers' spine in 'the Shining,' who among us didn't spit out popcorn and sputter 'my god, he just killed Hong Kong Phooey!' Some things about this show touched viewers very deeply. How many times have you been caught humming the catchy theme song - 'Hong Kong Phooey, Number One Super Guy' - as you waited for your laundry to finish? Or considered changing into more comfortable clothes in the office filing cabinet? Or wondered if enough tassels and Chinatown detailing would turn your own Honda Civic into a Phooeymobile? Didn't you also want to date Rosemary, the police switchboard operator? Don't you wish you had someone like Spot in your life - someone to do all your work, solve all your problems and let you take all the credit?Hong Kong Phooey was, by all measures, a real jerk. Really vain and pretty clueless. I never had a lot of respect for him. He was not the sort of guy I would be friends with. He was the sort of person into whose drink you'd put your cigarette ashes when he wasn't looking. He wasn't from Hong Kong, solved no crimes and really didn't know Kung Fu. He was a real fraud. I guess he had dreams and hopes for himself, but so did Jabberjaw. And Jabberjaw, let's not forget it, could at least play the drums.