I have a very odd history with this film. Shortly after my parent's divorce, although my dad got custody of me and my sister, he self admitted to a psychiatric ward. Since he was a Navy petty officer, in Virginia, the Navy found a family that my sister and I could stay with for the summer.
This was a defining experience in my life because the majority of my relatives are racists and I grew up in a racist environment. I was 11 and my sister was 6, and we were placed in an African American family for the summer. Having been, up to that point, surrounded by racists, this was a beneficial experience to both of us at such impressionable ages to experience life with an African American family and successfully remove ourselves from the horrible method of thinking we were previously exposed to.
Having said all of that, the god daughter of the lady we were staying with, Roshanda, really loved "The Last Dragon." It had just recently been released on VHS and we rented it over and over.
Whenever I watch this movie, I experience the dynamics of my life at the time. I grew up in a racist family and was now living with an African American family and learning that the racists were wrong. I was watching this movie about a guy who means well, but has absolutely no true understanding of Asian culture. And this movie was just drenched with 1980's culture. In the later half of the decade there was a huge martial arts craze, there was break dancing, there were gangs, there was fighting, there was a terrible Cyndi Lauper ripoff, bad music, people who used only one name...
I dunno. Maybe I give the movie too much credit, but it takes me back to that time. and I love the 80's and even though it was scary living with a family I didn't even know, I remember how important the experience was in making me who I am today. And whenever I watch this movie, I can feel like I felt that summer and I like that feeling.
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