I recall seeing a film in the late 70s called "The Dragon Dies Hard." Now, what with all the title-switching on martial arts movies of that day, this may or may not be the one I saw, but it sounds close enough. The one I saw rose to new heights of bad-osity. From that day to this, I remember it with a shudder.
In my town anyway, this gobbler was touted as a "biography" of the recently-dead Bruce Lee. Now, I can forgive a "biopic" for being fictional; most are. But this one first centered around a racist "turf war" between Lee and some Japanese martial artists, with a finish implying that Lee was murdered by the mob. Fair enough, but the actor playing Lee not only resembled him about as much as I resemble Russell Crowe, but didn't even fight in Lee's style. And to say that this crap-socky piece of yak doody had none of Lee's melodramatic flair as well as none of Jackie Chan's slapstick fun, is an understatement. Between the strong anti-Japanese sentiment, a script too weak even for a kung fu movie, and martial arts scenes played with all the excitement of a T-ball squad on Ritalin, it's no wonder this kung bomb remains in the murky past.
