A bridge between a film you've already seen and one most people haven't. Here's what they share, and what the second one does that the first one doesn't.
Mud stains ghost-footed monks in dawn mist. A boy wearing only a loincloth kneels before a curved kris dagger, its edge kissing his throat. Someone who prefers shadows to blades claims the orphan as his own before warlords close ranks.