The Man with the Iron Fists is an off-balanced and bloated martial arts film that barely gets by on its gorgeous set design.
| Original Score: 3/5
When you team with Eli Roth, who has the writing talent of a sociopathic thirteen year old boy on Ritalin, what can you possibly expect but swill?
A scrappily authentic and entertainingly bloody tribute to old-school chopsocky films and taken purely on those terms, there's not a lot to complain about.
The movie is undeniably colorful and action-packed, and gorier than a slaughterhouse floor. But something's missing.
The violence is extreme and preposterous, the fights ingeniously choreographed, the producer Tarantino (his actual credit is "presents").
The fists, feet and digital blood go flying in this enjoyable, frenetic, largely forgettable chop-socky extravaganza about, well, about a man with iron fists who gets into lots of fights.
One is occasionally infuriated by the archness of the exercise. But there is a charming innocence to Fists' faith in the values of 1970s cross-cultural exploitation.
A vacuous but fun exercise in chop-sock style over substance.
Given the talent on board, this registers as a disappointment, but even with the clunky dialogue and subpar fight scenes, it's watchable fun.
Predictably, this kind of gleeful fanboy excess yields diminishing returns. RZA hasn't much sense of storytelling rhythm, and lacks Tarantino's gift for turning adolescent obsessions into something uniquely personal.
| Original Score: 2.5/5
It's so over the top that I just thought it was a hoot.
| Original Score: 3.5/5
Thank goodness for Russell Crowe who gives a sardonic, who-gives-a-damn performance as one of the good guys.
The Man with the Iron Fists is as limp as last week's wet noodles.
| Original Score: 1/5
Rapper-turned-actor-turned-filmmaker RZA is clearly influenced by cohorts Quentin Tarantino and Eli Roth as he indulges in this crazed pastiche of 1970s kung fu action romps.
| Original Score: 2/5
A one-note pastiche featuring impressive wire-fu, bloody mayhem and CGI mutilation.
The Man With The Iron Fists definitely isn't the most polished first effort. But if you approach it as a sloppy, OTT martial arts outing, you'll find the fun.
As long as you accept some magnificently bad dialogue, this is silly, fun and ludicrous beyond belief.
Psychopaths will love it.
It's leaden, boorish and dull.