Last night was an 80s classic that I haven't watched before - No Retreat, No Surrender.
One of JCVD's earlier offerings where he isn't even the main character, wooden acting and cheese all round.
For those of you who haven't seen it, a young lad in LA sees Russian gangsters, JCVD being one of their enforcers, force his dad to give up his dojo and move to Seattle, which luckily for the young lad is where his idol is buried.
After an argument with his dad he's banned from practicing karate and in a big sulk goes to Bruce Lee's grave to beg for help. As if by magic a few nights later the ghost of Bruce Lee appears and teaches him how to fight, and fight so well that he knocks over four thugs who attack his dad as he's leaving the bar where he now works.
Not long after the Russians turn up, upto there old tricks again, and it's now a winner takes all fight between three of Seattle dojo's finest and JCVD for control of the local karate market. As expected he quickly despatches them and it looks like victory for the mob.
But wait, one man, or should that be one teenage boy, steps forward to rescue the day, willl he succeed where three champions have failed?
II'm not going to spoil it for you, you'll have to watch it if you want to know what happens. 😂😂😂