What Bruce Lee had that made him a star, aside from his hand to hand fighting abilities and tolerably great looks, was a delight of living. He carried suddenness and humor to a kind that had recently been produced for the most part out of dangers and flowers, and before the finish of his life he appeared to be ready for the kind of worldwide fame presently delighted in by Schwarzenegger and the other film industry activity legends.
However, he kicked the bucket youthful, in conditions that appear as strange in this film as in his life. It is perpetually unpropitious in any biopic if, around the finish of the running time, the saint gripes of a cerebral pain.