Mixture is much the same as for others in the genre, which for sheer mindlessness competes favorably with the early ’60s spear-and-sandal cycle and the late ’60s Italian Westerns. This time around, Bruce Lee is compelled to avenge the deaths of friends and cousins who have been murdered for discovering that their employer trafficks in drugs and prostitution.
Despite the silly plot, dreadful supporting cast and prim morality (or perhaps because of them), Fists of Fury is sometimes entertaining, with most of the credit due to Lee. Besides his seemingly endless displays of athletic skill and grace, he manages to affect a sneer that often looks addressed to the material rather than his on-screen foes. He’s an irrepressible mugger, but the results are often inanely entertaining.