Without Conscience Killingly bad movie. It is hard to imagine whether the Little Dragon cried or laughed, looking at it all from heaven, that his work can be so detrimental to immature minds. Woe-creators ruthlessly exploit the image of the legend, who have neither conscience nor soul. The ones who, you see, decided to honor Bruce in a special way. The idol died, and this is a reason to get drunk and after an extra drink to speculate about the frailty of existence. And to this mediocrity and smearing came the spirit of Bruce Lee. Without saying a word, the legend disappears, and the teacher, waking up from the bodun, finds a purpose in life. Now he is ready to go ahead, sparing neither himself, nor enemies, nor the viewer.
But Bruce didn't say anything to the drinker about how to act, about looking for mythical killers. Especially Bruce could not tell him to go to clubs and beat up future stars, and drink with the movie star. There is one clear answer to that. Apparently, alcohol has not weathered out of the teacher's body, and in his ravings he devotes his brother and new friends. Bruce Lee will always be alive. For fans of the Little Dragon, they can call him an idol, but will not throw such loud words as genius, great, etc. I believe that among Bruce's fans, people are far more adequate than this savage teacher. But I have to pay tribute to the filmmakers, it's been a long time since I dared so much when I was drinking on the roof of a bus. And these visions and the unexpected disappearance of the idol - just no words. Everyone wants the truth, and my reader should know that this is a murderously bad comedy defaming Bruce's memory. What is the scene of a painful death?
If you want to repeat the way of the teacher, shout louder. Hende hoch!