Thursday Movie Picks: Fish Out of Water Movies

Welcome back, Thursday. Since it is what has become the most wonderful day of the week here on the blog, it's time for another entry in the weekly meme Thursday Movie Picks by Wanderer at Wandering Through the Shelves. You know the routine. If you don't, she picks a topic and a bunch of bloggers suggest three movies to match.

This week, we're talking fish out of water tales. No silly, they're not about fish. I mean, well, they could be, but they don't HAVE to be. Got it? No? Yeah, you got it. If not, just think about that time when you went to that thing about the thing you have no interest in, but you went anyway. You didn't know anyone there. They all seemed strange to you. You didn't understand them, at all. If you were lucky, one kind person took pity on you and helped you along until the adventure was over. You were glad you survived the experience because it was a weird one. It was almost like you hopped in a DeLorean and found yourself in 1955. Oh, did I give away your pick? Sorry 'bout that. I'm such a dick. ← Highlight there

Anyhoo, on to my picks. Look for a theme...sigh, you really gonna make me say it?...within the theme.

Cheng is a young guy who was getting into trouble, mostly because of fighting. He took an oath of non-violence and moved from mainland China out to Thailand. There, he goes to work with a bunch of his cousins at the local ice factory. He also lives with them. Not surprisingly, they do things a little differently. By chance, he and his cousins discover that their boss is actually a drug smuggler. And Cheng's cousins start disappearing and/or turning up dead. Damn all that non-violence. This is Bruce F'n Lee we're talking about! Wahtaah!


Uncle Wang, himself a fish out of water, is running a restaurant in Rome. They once did pretty well for themselves, but the local mob is muscling in on the action. Wang tells another uncle back in Hong Kong about his troubles. That uncle sends just one guy to help, Tang. Tang is a martial artist who, as you might imagine, sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the slovenly bunch he's come to help. They don't take to him much. I mean how was this one guy going to help. Soon, they find out as he handles a bunch of the mob's goons all at once. The mob doesn't give up. They call in reinforcements. This gives us the ridicufantastigloriousness (a real word, no?) that is Chuck Norris vs. Bruce F'n Lee! Wahtaah!


Yes, I picked this before. And? Anyhoo, Lee is THE MAN, the prized martial artist at the Shaolin Temple. As such, he gets an invitation to a big time tournament on a secluded island. British Intelligence gets wind of this and recruits him to go there and work undercover for them. That's easy to do when you factor in that the dude responsible for the death of Lee's sister is guaranteed to be there. When Lee arrives on the island, he's just about the only one who isn't a thug, hooligan, or degenerate of some sort. He's obviously not in Kansas, anymore, Another pick of yours? (Another dick move, for sure. My bad.) Alrighty, he's not in Shaolin anymore. Whatever Anyhoo, he tries to keep things quiet. but when he can't he just goes Bruce F'n Lee! Wahtaah!


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