Iron Fist! No, not the Marvel superhero

It's 2015! My most recent post was way too long ago, so here I go, restarting my blog. I looked at my older posts, and I realized how bad of a writer I once was. I know that in a year or two, I'll look back on this and facepalm, but for now, I'll just appreciate my improvement. Now, let's get to the actual review.

     Every week, my friend Max and I hang out and watch a movie. One week, it'll be a movie he likes that I haven't seen, then the next week, vice versa. Over the time we've held this tradition, I've seen some good movies and some....... interesting movies. Once, we watched a strange Thai fighting film called The Protector, about a young man who's elephant gets kidnapped and taken to Australia, where the man goes and breaks a bunch of people's arms to get it back. As the credits rolled and I was speechless, thinking of the film's strange plot and awkwardly translated dialogue, a certain name rolled over the screen. Quentin Tarantino produced The Protector and I soon learned that it wasn't the first bad martial arts movie that had his name slapped on the cover for publicity purposes. The Man with the Iron Fists is the picture I speak of. While Iron Fists isn't in any way a good movie, it holds a dear place in my heart. On one of the movie nights following The Protector, my friend and I sat down to Iron Fists, although I had never seen it. I had seen the trailer, and thought it looked cool so we watched it. The next couple hours were strange, full of badly developed characters, weak plots, Dave Bautista, inexplicably weird moments, and more Dave Bautista. Additionally, RZA was featured, which was a strange casting choice thinking the same cast featured greats such as Russel Crowe and Lucy Liu. The one redeeming factor was that it was full of style. It seems as if the creators had brilliant concept art and ideas but didn't care about acting, story, or anything like that. Each of the numerous badass characters had really stylish weapons and/or powers, such as fans used to cut people's throats, the ability to turn into metal, armor that could shoot spikes, giant gatling guns, iron fists (of course), and strangest of all: rapid fire crossbows with seemingly infinite ammo that make me wonder if they're even crossbows at all. So, besides these amazing fight sequences and epic looking designs, the movie was a total bore.

     I guess you could say that it's kind of so bad it's good. For example, in one scene, an assassin comes to kill a dude. The dude looks up and says,

"Your journey ends here, and by that I mean your life's journey." At that moment, Max and I both burst out in to laughter and we did end up enjoying ourselves by the time the film had ended. So I can say that The Man with the Iron Fists was enjoyable and is worth watching if you don't take the quality of your movies too seriously, but it still isn't good.

                                                                F- but at the same time, A+