"What's in the flask, Egg? Magic potion?"

"Yeah."

"Thought so, good. What do we do, drink it?"

"Yeah!"

"Good! Thought so."

this movie makes no sense but that's what makes sense about it

All criticism of this movie is correct but I don’t give a shit.

1) what the actual fuck

2) the abrupt 'creature scene' at the one hour
mark alone warrants at least a 4+ star rating

(and on a similar note, fuck yes to the film's final scene)

3) you must experience The Guardian

4) you must experience the entity which I can
only describe as self-destructive-balloon-man

5) what the actual fuck

Me watching this as a kid: Jack Burton rocks. He's just like me only bigger and stronger.

John Carpenter: Jack Burton is a bumbling fool. He's the dim-witted and self-aggrandizing comic relief character instead of the true protagonist. 

Me: I hope one day I get strong.

Saw this one in theaters last night, great, great fun, was bouncing in my seat and shadowboxing during the opening credits when that Porkchop Express theme drops. Out of all the American movies made by white people about the exotic orient and the magical powers of Asians, this one is by far the least racist, if for no reason other than the fact that not one, but TWO of the Asian characters actually get pussy, which pretty much never happens in any American movie. Also, it reverses the usual trope by having Kurt Russell as the buffoonish, bumbling, comic relief sidekick to Dennis Dun as the brave, romantic hero.

"You're not even gonna kiss her?"

"No"

"I'll see you around!"

"You never know."

Because it's a genre film it'll never carry the same cache as something like "here's looking at you kid" in the public eye, but who cares. The romance between Gracie Law and Jack Burton *is* just as good.

93

Few moments in movie-history give me as much pleasure as when Jack Burton and Wang Chi talk gibberish as they stroll right into the bad guy's lair, thinking they got past security. The fact that Jack is holding a home-telephone for some reason is the icing on the cake. A classic in confusion.

i like to imagine that Jack Burton’s truck radio is not even plugged in and that any and all of his musings are just shouted out into the void for no one to hear just like every other word he says

A beautiful film about how the dumbest guy is usually the white interloper and the overwhelming power of green eyes. The best costumes of the 1980s.

“Aren’t you even gonna kiss her goodbye?”
“Nope.”

this is a fashion movie.