My blogging laziness has been fairly obvious as of late. I'm not sure why, but perhaps I just needed a break from sitting in front of the keyboard typing away when I already do that at work. On some days I can barely stand to sit in front of a computer for more than half an hour before I feel the need to be doing something else. Hopefully this is just a side effect of adjusting to my new job, which is going as well as I hoped it could be. Luck has brought me this far, now the rest is up to me I guess.
A couple of weeks ago I was randomly looking at crap and stumbled upon that awesome clip of Jackie Chan in all that gear from Street Fighter. I'm not completely sure where the inspiration to do such a scene came from, but it's definitely a classic the entire family can enjoy, providing they actually know what Street Fighter is (providing they're not referring to that awful flick with Jean-Claude Van Damme: the poor man's Schwarzenegger, the apprentice to the Stallones out there, but just enough class to outact Steven Seagal's ponytail). I'm not sure if the youths of today can appreciate the majesty of unleashing a 26 hit combo. Well anyway, enjoy the clip, even if it is horribly dubbed in English. I couldn't be arsed finding the Canto version, but oh well. Enjoy.
I can't help but wonder what led Chan into doing so many useless films later on in his career. Of course I am referring to the series of flicks he made in Hollywood. I'm sure collectors will remember the superb aspect ratio of The Tuxedo, or the fine camera work from Rush Hour 3. I haven't seen that one but I can sense the bottom of a barrel being scraped in the background. If only he could bring back the good old days of crazy martial arts stunts. He might be a bit too old for that though. All that jumping.
The most interesting part about this is when even Chan himself claimed the Rush Hour films were a load of junk. Personally I thought the first one was fairly entertaining and managed to be pretty funny (though it was released in 1998 so I assume my taste in movies and sophistication in humour was nowhere near what it is now... cue fart joke here please and supply your own sound effects). I've yet to see the third one so I might have to hold back on my usual harshness for now, but after seeing the second one it never really occurred to me I would be itching to see a third.
In the meantime join me as I take out my cultural outrage by watching and imitating the judges on Idol and rambling on senselessly in a fashion only Darryl Somers could. He may not make any sense at all but he sure knows how to pad a 47 minute program out to five hours, and you can't possibly get bored because he never seems to run out of stupid useless things to say. It's not my fault, you have to amuse yourself somehow when you're forced to watch tripe like that over dinner. Mmm, tripe....
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