Under the influence of my recent viewing of Kung Fu Fever, Martial Monks of Shaolin Temple had me thinking about high fashion versus mall-wear and how Tyra Banks used to opine about runway versus catalogue on America's Next Top Model. Who would emerge as the real hero of this tale of battling Buddhists? Would it be the long-legged, sinewy, bald-headed guy with the big wooden beads? Or the pleated-pants, black-vested, white-T-shirted dude with '80s hair? My allegiances were conflicted. My curiosity piqued. Then I remembered: The answer was inevitably whichever high-kicking clotheshorse is played by Dragon Lee.
The master né student né master has an arduous road ahead of him on his way to reclaiming the Shaolin Temple for a monkhood not devoted to murder: He'll be doing cartwheels in the court, backflips in a field, and disentangling himself from a rope that comes out of nowhere and must be turned against its wielder to survive. So what if his look isn't couture? He's earned the loyalty of one impeccably attired monk whose self-sacrifice (and teeth) are what will make victory possible. No more boot licking for Dragon Lee!
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