Review – Enter the Ninja

Exit the brain cells. The title is no doubt meant to evoke the memory of Bruce Lee’s most famous picture, but the first two words of the title are the closest the two movies come to resembling each other. The plot is the usual, trite nonsense about a ninja-trained American who comes to the defense of a friend being hassled by a wealthy jerk who wants his land. The real stand-out element, however, is Menachem Golan himself in the director’s chair. This thing is so badly mishandled that the fight sequences – the bread and butter of flicks like this – begin to resemble comedy routines. Even the soundtrack is dreadful, sounding like the music for bad superhero cartoons from the early 70s. Normally I’d be willing to dish out a couple of points just because movies this bad usually have a certain charm (or at least a good kata or two). But for some unexplained reason they throw in cockfighting sequences on top of everything else. Honestly, there’s more cockfighting in this than there is in movies about cockfighting. See if desperate