Quentin Tarentino and the RZA: The Men with the Orientalist Fetishes


Last night, I did a really dumb thing. I watched The Man With the Iron Fists, directed by and starring the RZA and produced by Quentin Tarentino.

Why, you might ask, would I do this? Because it was mindless dinner-time entertainment. Because it was free on HBO On Demand. Because it would be good fodder for a blog post. Because how bad could it really be? Because I hate myself.

They say that if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all. In that spirit, here is everything that’s good about¬†The Man With the Iron Fists:

1) The fight choreography of the Gemini Killers scene was at moments kind of elegant.

2) There are a lot of starving Asian and Asian American actors who can now afford a turkey sandwich for dinner. This week.

3) Lucy Liu’s cape was very sparkly.

Not that that’s out of the way, let’s get down to business.

This post will contain spoilers. But then again, this movie isn’t worth protecting from spoilers.

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