hong kong, 1972, mandarinThe low points are pretty low, but luckily the 1970s Italian fashion, and the majesty of Bruce Lee, are enough in the end.
BRUCE LEE
The Way of the Dragon
We are incredibly firmly back on it’s-been-too-long-since-I-watched-this corner. Not my favorite corner, certainly. But one that is simply a fact of my current life. I watched this about three weeks ago, as of writing. To be honest, I’m not sure I had that much to say about it anyway, but now it’s just a fun mush in my brain.
This type of movie is perhaps particularly poorly suited to this long a break before writing. It’s a trifle ultimately. Something enjoyable but signifying very little. I enjoyed it. It was fun. Bruce Lee had a star power that is absolutely undeniable. Like watching the best dancer in an ensemble dance piece. You simple cannot take your eyes off him.
Other than that? This didn’t leave much of an impression. It’s cool he got to direct this. It’s cool that it’s so awesomely seventies and Italian. It’s just cool. I’m cool with that.