Man With the Iron Fists, The (2012) [Blu-ray]
Action
Tagline: They put the F.U. in Kung Fu
Quentin Tarantino presents The Man with the Iron Fists, an epic action adventure inspired by classic kung fu movies. When the emperor's gold is hijacked, every kung fu warrior, assassin and hired gun in China will battle to claim the fortune. Starring
Academy Award winner Russell Crowe, RZA, and Lucy Liu, The Man with the Iron Fists Unrated Extended Edition includes jaw-dropping martial arts action that you couldn't see in theaters. Also starring Rick Yune, David Bautista, Jamie Chung, Cung Le and
Byron Mann.
Storyline: On the hunt for a fabled treasure of gold, a band of warriors, assassins, and a rogue British soldier descend upon a village in feudal China, where a humble blacksmith looks to defend himself and his fellow
villagers.
Reviewer's Note: Reviewed by Kenneth Brown on January 31, 2013 -- The Man with the Iron Fists isn't a love letter to grindhouse kung fu cinema. It's a letter to Santa. Insert random hip hop expletives as you see fit:
Dear Santa, this is The RZA and I've been a very, very good boy this year. All I want for Christmas is my first-ever movie! I want to write it, direct it, star in it and handle the soundtrack, and I want to fight a metal man. Oh! And I want Quentin
Tarantino to present it and put his name on the poster. And Eli Roth to co-write the screenplay! And an Oscar winner to play a drunken swordsman. Wait, gunfighter. No! Gun-swordsman! Russell Crowe would be soooo awesome. He's a friend. Then I want Pam
Grier (as my mom!), Lucy Liu, Jamie Chung, a pro wrestler and a whole buncha real kung fu stars from real kung fu movies. And I want warring clans, killer prostitutes, a kick-A blacksmith, and lots and lots of blood and gore and severed limbs and lopped
heads. And swords, and spiky armor, and axes, and wire-fu stunts, and super powers, and a love story, and weird genre names. Jack Knife, Lady Silk, X-Blade, Chi Chi, Brass Body, Copper Lion, Poison Dagger, Yellow Hyena, Crazy Hippo and Madam Blossom!
Sorry, running out of paper. I can't wait, Santa. This is gonna be the best Christmas ever! Your best friend, The RZA.
China. The mid-19th Century. The execution of Lion Clan leader Gold Lion (Kuan Tai Chen) and the rise of his traitorous lieutenant, Silver Lion (Byron Mann, channeling Prince), sends Jungle Village spiraling into chaos. Alliances shatter, betrayals abound
and rival clans -- the Hyenas, the Wolves, the Rodents and the Black Widows -- struggle to adapt to the new rules of the game. In the middle of it all stands a solemn Blacksmith (RZA). A fugitive slave who's devoted his heart to a prostitute named Lady
Silk (Jamie Chung), his loyalty to no warrior but himself, and his strength to his trade and his trade alone. As the rival clans demand more and more weapons, though, and as more and more assassins and mercenaries enter the fray -- metal-skinned bruiser
Brass Body (David Bautista), icy twin killers The Gemini (Andrew Lin and Grace Huang) and cloaked power player Poison Dagger (Daniel Wu), just to name a few -- the Blacksmith must decide whether to fight or flee; to join forces with the Emperor's
undercover emissary, Jack Knife (Russell Crowe), help the son of Gold Lion, Zen-Yi the X-Blade (Rick Yune), come to the aid of Lady Silk's employer, Madam Blossom (Lucy Liu), or rise from the ashes of a devastating setback and purge the evil from Jungle
Village with the assistance of all his new allies.
The problem with The Man with the Iron Fists is one of overindulgence. RZA clearly adores the genre and all the rickety martial arts cult classics that go with it, but he exercises little restraint, cramming anything and everything remotely kung fu
into a clunky splatterhouse actioner chock full of far more characters, conflict and feuds than screenwriting rhyme or filmmaking reason. And it's a real shame. RZA, not to mention everyone behind the camera and on set, seem to be having an out and out
blast making the movie. Even Russell Crowe (whose friendship with RZA began on the set of American Gangster) cuts loose, gnawing through scenery and slathering himself in pricey alcohol and pricier girls, just 'cause he can. Normally a lack of
restraint is all but a prerequisite to making a film in the vein of Fists. But examine the best of these deceptively rudimentary throwbacks -- Kill Bill: Vol. 1 chief among them -- and you'll uncover near-obsessive levels of restraint
disguised as bumps and bruises. RZA, by contrast, is so excited to be playing in a sandbox filled with all his favorite genre toys that he loses sight of anything resembling a cohesive story or a thrilling martial arts epic. The elements are in place --
and then some -- but RZA isn't as well-equipped to piece them together or unlock their full potential as other, more seasoned filmmakers might have been.
"That's the point," some will say, and to an extent, they're absolutely right. Vision, though, doesn't equal technical skill. Passion isn't always partnered with prowess. Desire isn't synonymous with craft. RZA is a decent enough actor when playing a
strong, silent peasant turned skull-cracking hero... until he's required to stretch beyond tough talk, smooth moves and iron resolve. (The Blacksmith's left-field, unintentionally laughable Deep South origin story is a mess, to name his most bewildering
scene.) More credit is due? I'll concede. I'll even go so far as to say he's a raw but competent director and screenwriter, although it's a bit foggy as to how hands-on he was in post-production and how much of the final script was Roth's handiwork. I'll
go a step further. Blaming RZA for all that ails the film would amount to being overly harsh. Especially when too many of the actors' performances fall somewhere between wooden and awful (Liu included), and some of the Corey Yuen-choreographed/Joe
D'Augustine-edited fights lack crucial weight, flow and hard-hitting precision.
Still, The Man with the Iron Fists is RZA's baby, and the full brunt of the final film comes to rest on his shoulders. The storytelling and plotting is convoluted. The dialogue is terrible. (Albeit enough on the so-terrible-it's-amusing side to
earn partial forgiveness.) The soundtrack edges nearer and nearer to being distracting and disjointed, the legend of The Blacksmith lurches all over the place, the second act drags and almost stalls, and the entire experience wears out its welcome pretty
fast. (Even faster if you choose the notably longer but notably more meandering and sporadic 107-minute Unrated Cut over its 95-minute theatrical counterpart.) Unapologetic fans will undoubtedly emerge -- some already have -- and embrace The Man with
the Iron Fists with as much enthusiasm as the director himself, fundamental flaws be damned. And I'll admit there is fun to be had, so long as you're willing to overlook a few gaping wounds in RZA's genre scrapper. Who knows? Maybe if I'd caught the
film on a better day I'd have been laughing and cheering more often than I was scoffing and shaking my head.
The Fledgling Filmmaker with the Shaky Genre Throwback...
[CSW] -1.4- This movie was a travesty mixing martial arts with blood and spatter guts, eastern and western philosophes wrongly applied, cowboy westerns, horror, occult, random hip hop, and a non-existent story line makes for an incredibly bad movie. All
of the great philosophes were unforgivably wrongly applied and although the movie had some great eye candy in the establishing shots the camera moved too quickly past them for them to be of any use. Great actors with below poor roles made even their
talents useless in pulling this movie out of the muck. The special effects were fair but since there was no plot for them to enhance lost all meaning other than enhancing meaningless action sequences. I thought the Transformer movies had
meaningless action sequences but they were somehow a lot more exciting than the ones in this movie. This mixture is just plain wrong. My advice is SKIP IT.
[V4.5-A4.5] MPEG-4 AVC - D-Box 10/10.
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