“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds."
Monday, June 15, 2015
Strike of the Panther (1988)
aka Fists of Blood How bad is it? It has the second-worst fight scene I think I've seen. Should you see it? Yes, for the climactic fight.
This is a sequel to "Day of the Panther," which I may have to review later (it's worse, but not as entertaining). It's an Australian ninja film, directed by Brian Trenchard-Smith, who isn't always a hack. There's ten minutes of recycled footage from the first film, a laugh-out-loud bad dancing sequence, a rather tasteful sex scene and a throw-away gag involving a chicken suit, a bad guy who's always on the phone and then the hand-to-hand fight sequences that would be quite good if the leading character had less terrible opponents. There's sexual innuendo between uncle and niece, a bomb needing to be defused, and then the final abandoned power station fight involving nunchuks, baseball bats and knives. Put your brain on hold and it's worth a watch.