What You Enjoyed Then, You May Not Enjoy Now!
Is my memory fading, or are my expectations far higher now than they were fifty-one years ago?
✒️Is my memory fading, or are my expectations far higher now than they were fifty-one years ago?
This afternoon, and because recently I’ve not been sleeping that well, I elected for a little bit of afternoon 📺TV. I often do so after I have eaten my lunch, and as I’m digestive my meal. Often, I’ll doze while the television plays in the background.
Not today, or so I thought!
The film, which had my full attention back then, was being shown. I couldn’t wait as I remembered this 1972 action packed cult film so well. It was full of the most impressive 🥋martial art fight scenes, all acted out by that legend of the era: Bruce Lee. Although most of his films are regularly re-shown, Fist of Fury (my all-time favourite) was not.
I was just in time and sat with my 👀eyes glued to the screen. I wouldn’t sleep through this one, so I thought. The story plot was a simple one, martial arts teacher dies, and the club gets victimised by rival Japanese club who want to get them closed down. (for what reason is never made clear).
Perhaps I have come to expect more from films. Because suddenly I was watching the most pathetic of stories which was full of holes and horribly racist.
As a memorial service is being held for their teacher, a cocky, rather despicable Japanese interpreter with two thugs turns up looking for a fight.
(REALLY), two fighters walking to a club with fifty adult pupils. (NO) not unless they were under ten-years of age. It was so unrealistic!
So, Brucey boy, as a retaliation, decides he’ll pay them a visit. Alone, he walks into a Bushido dojo (place where martial arts are practised) with perhaps forty pupils and a half a dozen or so black-belt masters in residence.
Then it gets really predictable! The fight scene is wonderful. Bruce Lee is something really special. Of course, in typical Bruce Lee style, he beats everyone up.
Revenge is sweet and you would think that would be the end of it, although it would be a short film. After all, who would want two helpings of that? But no, the club, which has just been beaten up and humiliated by ONE MAN alone, now decides to go round to the club and do the same to them.
As it happens, Bruce wasn’t there, but they didn’t know that, and certainly, after having the crap beaten out of them, I doubt anyone would be keen to visit. All their members could be good fighters?
I’d had enough of this rubbish.
At that point, I elected to abandon the film and have a nap. It’s funny how fondly I remembered it, and in truth, how bad it really was.
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