jeżeli twoje dziecko najbardziej na świecie kocha filmy, a ty najbardziej na świecie kochasz swoje dziecko, to kup mu spekulacje o kinie, pozakulisowy apendyks:

Return of the Tiger isn’t a sequel to Bruce Li’s earlier Los Angeles hit with the ebony-kung fu loving crowd, Dimension Pictures’ Exit the Dragon, Enter the Tiger. But trash flick distributor 21st Century Distribution sure wants you to think it is. Hence the sound alike name, though the story and characters are different, and there’s nobody in the flick named Tiger!

But even the film’s unique rhythm inside of its choppy editing structure (the English language print seems to strive esthetically for the flow of a choppy, spliced to shit, drive-in 35mm garbage film print), can’t set you up properly for the film’s spectacular climax. Nobody does climatic fight to the death battle royals like ‘The Master Blaster’ Lee Tso Nam. But The Master Blaster never did one like this before.

But then the fight starts, and Smith’s Mr. Paul starts tearing guys apart, not like a master in a Kung Fu film, but like a kaiju in a Ishiro Honda Japanese monster movie, or like Jack Kirby’s The Thing in one of his Marvel Team-Up donnybrooks.

And the main reason that Smith ends up stealing the movie is due to the aplomb he demonstrates executing Lee Tso Nam’s choreography. Which means he fights in the climax like a superhuman strength Bud Spencer, again, which makes him slightly resemble The Thing. This climax was theirs to fakk up. And they not only don’t fakk it up, they deliver one of the most enjoyable last ten minutes to any feature I saw that year.