A neorealist tale that just happens to have a tightly coiled Bruce Lee awaiting to strike down the sickness of the oppressive drug smuggling capitalist exploiting migrants and their labor 🤣. How this film uses Bruce Lee's magnetic persona, slowly building up the viewer's anticipation as they await for this quiet viper to strike, well, it serves the film extremely well. Tension and release, whether sexual tension or not-by-choice pacifism, it's this suppressed energy that is eventually released to conduct a morally righteous endeavor that reveals Bruce Lee to be a walking weapon of mass destruction. He is mythic, the men need him and the women desire him. Narcissistic? Probably, yet one could argue that is half of what an effective celebrity persona entails and Lee personifies this in The Big Boss. The way this film unfurls in retrospect feels prescient in the recognition of what Lee is and would become. Maybe I've been watching too many films from some of the all-time greats of fight choreography as of late but I found the fight sequences in this to be merely serviceable. They are at their best when exploiting Lee's natural ability, but I don't think they stand out above average martial arts choreography. Is that sacrilege? I have no idea.
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June 2023
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