One of several mid-’70s flicks meshing the
blaxploitation and martial-arts genres, Bamboo Gods and Iron Men is
either mediocre and substandard, depending on your tolerance level. The film
has a simplistic storyline that only occasionally lapses into incoherence, so
it’s not an outright train wreck, and the sleaze factor isn’t too extreme, so
the movie doesn’t represent an assault on good taste. But, man, is Bamboo
Gods and Iron Men dull, particularly since it’s purported to be a
comedy/action hybrid—the comedy isn’t mostly absent, and the action is underwhelming.
Impressively built James Iglehart stars as Cal Jefferson, an American prizefighter
honeymooning in the Philippines with his new bride (Shirley Washington). The
Jeffersons stumble into two fraught situations. First, Cal saves a local man
(played by Filipino comedy star Chiquito) from drowning, thus triggering the
man’s unwanted servitude, in accordance with local custom. Second, Cal buys an
artifact as a gift for his missus, unaware that gangsters want the item. Chases
and fights ensue. The bull-in-a-china-shop possibilities of a towering black
boxer brawling his way through the Philippines are largely underused, since the
direction and script are unimaginative, so the only novel scene involves
Chiquito’s character sparring with his “master”; after Cal tries to teach some sweet-science techniques, the tiny Asian whips off his gloves to display martial-arts
acumen. Iglehart’s acting is neither embarrassing nor memorable, and
Washington is merely attractive, but Bamboo Gods and Iron Men is filled
with anonymous supporting actors of dubious credentials. Playing the main
villain, for instance, is a bland white dude named Ken Metcalfe, who also co-wrote
the movie; his stilted acting wouldn’t pass muster in a high-school theater
production. About the kindest thing one can say about Bamboo
Gods and Iron Man is that it might satisfy some undiscriminating viewers with its
abundance of brawls, funky music, and lurid nude scenes.
Bamboo Gods and Iron Men:
LAME
This movie sucked, big time. The fight scenes were lousy---I've seen Hong Kong kung-fu films from the mid-'70s that had way better fight scenes than anything in this stupid, tired film. The film had a good premise, but if it had real martial artists who could actually fight, and actors who could actually act worth a damn, it would have been a hell of a lot better. Great title, lousy film with an even more stupid ending.
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