I taste my own blood and I spit. The New World Order kills even little children. Revenge is a dish best served with chopsticks.
I promised my mother I would stay out of trouble. Hong Kong.
Thailand. I recognized the script. It’s been so long since my beloved professor wrote in Thai. Emails. A QWERTY keyboard rigged to write Thai. Little stickers on the keys.
But let me back up to poverty. Humility. We see the uncle with his humble green suitcase. The ferry. Stay out of trouble.
Trouble is my middle name.
Those young boys. So innocent. They refuse the bribe because they hadn’t earned it in their work. The ice factory.
Crime takes no chances. And in taking no chances it takes repeated chances. You will know them by the trail of dead.
They wouldn’t have squealed, those two young men. You don’t work in an ice factory to make trouble. When you get home and have your humble bowl of rice on the little coffee table…gathered around brothers and cousins… And you sleep on the floor beneath a mosquito net. You are not looking for trouble. You are merely subsisting. And then a fellow like Gandhi steps in. A giant like Martin Luther King, Jr. shows up on the scene.
Yes, Bruce Lee was the baddest motherfucker one could ever dream of. Gandhi, MLK, Bruce Lee…human wrenches who threw themselves into the works.
The important detail is that Bruce Lee was an actor. But he was an actor so convincing that his legacy is worldwide and unwaning.
Why do we believe? Because Bruce gets wasted on Hennessy. Bruce gets the titties. Bruce becomes a “sellout” to his extended family. It takes Lee awhile to see how crooked the world is. He’s not in his rural home anymore.
You’re going to have to fight your way through this mountain. Long odds. Shoe (we will call him) was two against 13 earlier in the film. Those are the odds Lee faces. Let’s call it one vs. 17.
But he will eventually dig his fingers in. A knife is not enough for what you have done.
Name: Cheng Chao-an
Occupation: ice factory employee
Distinguishing features: bandage on right index finger
Born in the hour and year of the dragon. Return again. And again. And again. And again.
Bruce Lee and Jimi Hendrix. Seattle.
Two-finger push-ups. One inch punch.
Practicality. Flexibility. Speed. Efficiency.
You are in the midst of this. Right now. The style of no style.
Disgusting revenge delicious.