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A waste of 90 minutes of my life

It really made me laugh, but for some moments I was tearing up because I could relate so much.

The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

In 1991, jeweler and competitive martial artist Jalal Merhi introduced himself to the film world with no less than a starring action vehicle. Merhi's fascination with kung fu - different from the karate and kickboxing standard in films of the time - helps set this one apart from the ton of other flicks released around this time, but the questionable acting and fluctuating quality of the fighting nullifies this uniqueness. Nevertheless, after watching the film with very low expectations, I'm surprised that I enjoy it enough to offer it a respectable rating.The story: After his brother overdoses on a lethal new drug and the dealer remains untouchable, Lyle Camille (Merhi) abandons both the family business and his fiancée to train in martial arts so he may exact vengeance on the responsible entities.The worst aspect of the movie is the dramatic content. The movie is largely populated either by non-actors and non-native English speakers, resulting in some genuine trainwreck moments of acting - most scenes involving lead villain Lazar Rockwood qualify as such. The saturation of questionable dramatics is contagious, infecting even veteran Jamie Farr, whose character inexplicably develops an accent over the course of his scenes. More amusing is the vague aura of strangeness of the screenplay, which features scenes like Lyle introducing himself to his master (Bolo Yeung) by approaching him while striking forms. Clearly, this isn't the kind of movie you're supposed to take too seriously.Despite his faults, Jalal is physically in top form here: he'd have better fight scenes in the future, but the impressive moves his pulls off are definitely his most impressive ever, with some very graceful katas and lots of high jump kicks. And while the fight scenes definitely have their low points, the quantity and ferocity of the action is surprising. During the middle act, a tournament takes place, and even though most of the matches are presented in montage form, their choreography and the physicality of the performers is admirable. Merhi stuffs his cast with little-known but legitimate martial artists, among them UFC alumnus Harold Howard and pro wrestling personality Sonny Onoo, and it pays off in a respectable action display...with the exception of the awful ending fight in the back of a garbage truck.This is definitely not everyman's martial arts movie, but anybody who's followed the careers of other B-movie dragons will know that the first solo vehicles tend to be shaky. Jalal Merhi makes the absolute most of his limited experience, and that makes FEARLESS TIGER / BLACK PEARLS decent. Fans should give it a look by default.

Fearless Tiger was a complete surprise to me - a previously unheralded bad movie with scenes so jaw-droppingly bad it had me rewinding several scenes just to immediately enjoy them all over again. There's almost no let up here to the amount of joy Jalal Merhi fires at the audience. A bad guy who looks like someone inflated Robert Plant and then burst him with a fork is taking a new drug called Nirvana to the streets of America (via Hong Kong). Jalal's brother gets hooked and overdoses on the stuff, causing Jalal to go to Hong Kong and get trained up to kick everyone's head in. Sounds simple? It is. But:Jalal's girlfriend in the film is much, much taller than him, and cannot act to boot. Therefore, every time she appeared on the screen I was in fits of laughter. Just watched her roll her eyes in a "Oh, that Jalal" way. She's bad, but nothing can prepare you for the police chief. His initial scene, where he struts about like a chicken and sputters out his lines, is so bad I swear you'll be rewinding it over and over again. Brilliant!Add to this the crazy action scenes (I nearly burst a gut at the gang battle near the start, where a bad guy is too busy gloating at his enemies to notice the car he then plows into with his motorbike), the toilet set round the neck move, or the death of one of the villains, who has both his feet poking out the sunroof of a car at the time. You've also got the fight in the back of a garbage truck, a bad guy with the tightest white guy afro ever, and the training scenes with Bolo, which has Bolo, Jalal, and some chick apparently involved in some sort of crazy dance off (or so it appears to the viewer anyway).Instant classic! See it now!

.......But oh so much fun! Yes indeed, step right up folks for here we have a real stinker; Witness in disbelief a lead actor (who happens to be none other than Joseph Merhi's brother!) who can barely speak the English language(!), some pretty lousy fight sequences throughout (especially surprising considering that the legendary kicking maestro Jean Frennette is on board here!), Bolo Yeung dancing...badly(!), and some of the very worst acting performances this side of an average children's nativity play! Yes indeed, this is a truly amateurish mess if ever I've seen one; But you know what? Such gross incompetence in every area only serves to make this all the more endearing; Truly, this took some staggering ineptitude to make by all those concerned. Yay, I hereby do award this travesty my highest recommendation for fellow bad movie lovers.

This is the worst movie of Jalal Merhi. He can't act he isn't great with martial arts. The story of the movie was too simple. The fights were not good. The only good thing in this movie was the music. I bought this movie becaus bolo yeung was in it. But Bolo didn't do anything. He didn't fight the only thing he did was talking and dancing.1/10