Kiss My Converse: “The Last Dragon” is an All-Time Cinematic Classic

This is a film — no, it’s a smorgasbord — that appeals to the hero, and the innocence, in all of us.

Introduction

“Don’t even think about it,” I say, as soon as they open their mouths.

You see, I’m Jewish, my skin color is white(-ish), and I’m a film snob. As such, this is not a film I’m supposed to take so seriously, according to certain snobby associates with no taste whatsoever.

“But this is an urban film,” they say, with a hint of racism. “It’s silly shit. How can you call it a classic?”

“Because I’m right,” I respond. “Let it be.”

“You think you’re the demographic they went for?”

“I told you don’t even think about it but I promise you this. If you ask me again, I’ll unload with a verbal barrage more intimidating than Ernie Reyes, Jr.”

“Who?”

“Nevermind.”

“Well?”