Friday, August 22, 2014

Where there is iron, there is rust

Silly shit. The martial arts wackiness was fun, but just about everything else was shit. There was Russell Crowe and no matter how much I appreciate the guy, he could (or should) have been elsewhere. And, God, the director, RCA (is that even a name?) he's the lead guy here - the actual man with the iron fists (!) - and man, he's, like, terrible, the worst actor, like, ever.

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