Enter the Dragon
Lee died six days before release. The mirror room still works.
Shaw Brothers, Golden Harvest, and the grindhouse circuit that dubbed all of it badly.
Hong Kong martial arts cinema, and the Western exploitation circuit that imported it.
Shaw Brothers ran an actual studio system out of Clearwater Bay: contract players, standing sets, and a production line that turned out hundreds of films. Chang Cheh made the violent ones, Lau Kar-leung made the technically serious ones, and The 36th Chamber of Shaolin (1978) is the best training film ever made.
Golden Harvest broke away in 1970 and signed Bruce Lee, which decided the next decade.
Through the grindhouse and the drive-in, usually in prints dubbed carelessly and retitled twice. American distributors cut them, rescored them, and sold them alongside blaxploitation on double bills, which is how Enter the Dragon and Black Belt Jones ended up sharing an audience.
Bruce Lee died in 1973 with an unfinished film. The industry responded by hiring lookalikes named Bruce Li, Bruce Le and Dragon Lee and making dozens of films with them, including several in which Lee's death is a plot point. It is one of the strangest episodes in film history.
The 36th Chamber of Shaolin, then Five Deadly Venoms for how odd Chang Cheh got.
Lee died six days before release. The mirror room still works.
Bruce Lee kicks a 'No Dogs and Chinese' sign to splinters. The crowd never recovered.
Lee's first lead, and the star arrives fully formed.
The film Bruce Lee left unfinished, completed with a double, a cardboard cut-out, and his real funeral.
Jackie Chan finds the formula: comedy, pain, and visible competence.
The best training film ever made. Lau Kar-leung at the peak.
King Hu, Cheng Pei-pei, and the template for every wuxia since.
Three hours, a bamboo forest, and a Cannes prize. Barely exploitation.
The film that made Shaw Brothers switch to male leads and stay there.
The one that broke kung fu in America, months before Bruce Lee did.
A blind monk, a bladed hat on a chain, and a tournament. Perfect.
A live-action gore manga where nobody has heard of restraint or arterial pressure.
Jimmy Wang Yu wrecks Sydney, with hang-gliding and a man actually on fire. Peak crossover.
Jim Kelly karate-chops the mob to save a Watts dojo. Blaxploitation meets kung fu, joyfully.
Chang Cheh's oddest. Five styles, five masks, one whodunit.
Chinese kung fu versus Japanese martial arts, as a marriage. Lau Kar-leung's most good-natured film.
Lau Kar-leung's brutal last great Shaw film. A massacred family, and pole fighting as grief.
Sonny Chiba tearing people apart. First film rated X in America for violence alone.
Lau Kar-leung's revenge epic. A survivor spends years learning the one style that can beat the villain.
Jimmy Wang Yu invents the empty-hand kung fu film. No swords.
A prince and a thief, master and pupil in disguise. Lau Kar-leung's wittiest choreography.
Four men maimed by a tyrant learn to fight through their disabilities. Chang Cheh at his most inventive.
Chang Cheh spills more guts here than in any Shaw film before it, and grins the whole way.
The girls-with-guns spy picture Tarantino keeps name-checking, and rightly.