Birth of the Dragon | Little White Lies

Birth of the Dragon

23 Feb 2018 / Released: 23 Feb 2018

Words by Joel Down

Directed by George Nolfi

Starring Billy Magnussen, Philip Ng, and Yu Xia

Two martial artists in colourful robes, one in black and the other in orange, engaged in a dynamic jump kick move.
Two martial artists in colourful robes, one in black and the other in orange, engaged in a dynamic jump kick move.
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Anticipation.

The trailer suggests we’re in store for some spectacular amateur dramatics.

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Enjoyment.

Two Shifus, two big fights, too simple.

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In Retrospect.

Sorely lacks supreme enlightenment.

This strange, ear­ly years biog­ra­phy of Bruce Lee appears more inter­est­ed in one of the story’s male side characters.

Which is the more effec­tive way to admin­is­ter phys­i­cal dam­age to anoth­er human being: mod­ern Kung Fu or the North Shaolin method? George Nolfi’s sec­ond fea­ture as direc­tor puts this pos­er to the test as he draws our atten­tion to a dra­mat­ic bout between the late icon Bruce Lee – played by Kung Fu star, Philip Ng – and Shaolin mas­ter, Wong Jack Man (Xia Yu).

Whisk­ing us back to Lee’s ear­ly years when he worked as a mar­tial arts instruc­tor in San Fran­cis­co, the film attempts to imag­ine why this fabled encounter took place and what its wider ram­i­fi­ca­tions would have been. In doing so, it intro­duces a fic­tion­al stu­dent, Steve McK­ee (Bil­ly Mag­nussen), who acts as a focus for the action.

Since its fes­ti­val debut at the Toron­to Film Fes­ti­val in 2016, film has invit­ed unwant­ed com­par­isons to the recent remake of Ghost in the Shell, which was sub­ject to a wave of white­wash­ing accu­sa­tions. Magnussen’s Mck­ee is the only white Amer­i­can char­ac­ter in the film, but the big prob­lem is that his sto­ry is afford­ed far more screen time than any­one else’s. Fur­ther­more, debu­tant Jingjing Qu is trapped in an unimag­i­na­tive female role as a damsel in dis­tress, and this frus­trat­ing deci­sion even­tu­al­ly sees Lee and Wong Jack Man bat­tling it out to pre­serve her honour.

Dis­ap­point­ing­ly, the fight scenes lack any real ath­let­ic dynamism or unpre­dictabil­i­ty, two fea­tures that set Lee’s big-screen clash­es apart from the slew of imi­ta­tions that fol­lowed his untime­ly death in 1993. Xia Yu has a pass­able excuse in that his for­mal train­ing does not extend to mar­tial arts, while his expe­ri­ence as a sea­soned actor helps to plug the gap.

The reverse is true of Ng, who’s deci­sion to char­ac­terise Lee as cocky and ego­tis­ti­cal is tough to take seri­ous­ly. It’s an inspir­ing ren­der­ing, and is done no favours by the dull cam­er­a­work and edit­ing. There is a pass­ing visu­al ref­er­ence to the sem­i­nal Enter the Drag­on in the form of Ng’s slashed ribcage.

But Birth of the Drag­on doesn’t offer a fair or cred­i­ble reflec­tion of Lee, Kung Fu or even the films that launched him as a mould-break­ing hero of the East. Hav­ing more in com­mon with grey liq­uid cement than glis­ten­ing holy water, it crash­es where it should flow.

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