It was my intention to sit down and write a review of “The Man with the Iron Fists” this week. I just watched it a couple nights ago, and had a lot to say about it. Well, enough to fill a few paragraphs here. I was going to cry foul my disappointment at what RZA had led me to believe was going to be some grade-A, genera respecting, childhood VHS watching retrospecting, B-grade brilliance.
It wasn’t.
However, before I could clack any of that out here I ran across this fantastic review at the relatively new blog, Sinopathic. The in-depth dissection of the film disserts what I would surely have attempted to sum.
So, rather than fail in the attempt, and waste either of our time dear reader, just go read “The Man With the Iron Fistsâ€: A Risky Hands-On Exercise in Masturbatory Excess.
As an old-school Wu Tang Clan fan, as well as a devotee of Eli Roth and Quentin Tarantino films, I looked forward to this perhaps more than any other movie in 2012 (I even linked the trailer on my Facebook page). What I got was decidedly *the worst* film of 2012. It was an unwatchable mess starring Korean boy-band rejects and lots of ridiculous CGI. I think urban teenagers may enjoy it, but true kung fu fans will find better viewing in their old VHS tapes.