Stan Stan the Review Man
Where’s a Kick-Ass Kung Fu Monk When You Need One

I’m just about to throw away my entire collection of Kung Fu films. Every one is virtually the same. It’s always the story of monk with a special Kung Fu style, who fears his own powers and chooses not to fight…that is, until things get so bad, he has no choice.
So someone please tell me - where’s the kick-ass Kung Fu Monk that’s going to rescue the monks of Tibet?
Every day it keeps getting worse for them. They peacefully demonstrate and then those bastard Chinese show up to beat them and ship them off to prison.
10 or 15 of them now sit in prison for what could be a long, long time. Things are bad. No check that, things are way past bad, the situation is grim.
If there ever was a time for that monk to emerge, it is now. I don’t care about his style of Kung Fu, he can practice the Drunken Monkey, Shaolin, the Crane, or even Wing Chun, just so long as he can kick ass and send those baton-wielding Chinese bastards back home.
At this point the monks are desperate, they’d accept anyone’s help…even from a pimply kid with a super high Street Fighter score.
It really doesn’t matter. Someone has got to do something.
So I sit and pray for that reluctant Kung Fu master who might emerge from his cave, or wherever he may be hiding, soon.
If someone can’t fight for the monks now, how am I supposed to watch and enjoy my Kung-Fu films ever again.







