Not the best kung-fu, but without doubt the Bruce Lee film everyone
remembers. His only bona fide starring role in English is a glorious
spiral of 1970s garishness, Lalo Schifrin-penned wa-wa guitars, and
Jim Kelly's fantastic afro. The plot is pretty perfunctory (when isn't
it?) with Lee's Shaolin monk dispatched to 'Han's Island' by the
British government to infiltrate Han's enormous martial arts
tournament and his illegal opium operation. He hooks up with Kelly and
discovers the identity of his sister's killer in between arse-kickin'
displays that make you clap with joy. Pure 1970s, baby.
