The Laundry Warrior
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Had I known it's original title I might not have been so astounded by the detail and beauty of the fabric and clothing in the opening scenes. This is a film about beauty. The sets and props are incredible. Really! The film is also about fashion, the deepest subject there is.
Toward the end of the film it occurred to me that everything can be viewed as a rough allegory of the relationship between North Korea, South Korea, and America. The role of America is played by a cowboy-circus group, they are very happy but regularly traumatized by gangs of other cowboys who are criminally evil. The split between North and South Korea is twisted and complex, an inter-family feud among assassins over a baby. The screams of the dead are trapped in the hero's sword, but the audience never sees or hears them.
Watch the clips here: http://www.filmofilia.com/2010/11/18/4-new-the-warriors-way-clips/


I resisted teaching with a uniform for at least ten years. When I finally got one it made a huge difference. Wearing a uniform helps get the teacher's charisma out of the way. With out a uniform some kids may admire me right away and want to learn from me because they want to be like me. But with a uniform it isn't about me any more, it is about the art, and everyone can relate to that. Duh.

Readers may be thinking, dude, what about skills? What about the movie you were reviewing? At the higher levels of internal martial arts techniques and applications barely matter because whatever you do is unstoppable. And eventually you realize that for self-defense in a surprise attack situation you can not expect to see, hear, feel, or know which way is up. The five senses are likely to be seriously distorted. That's why the old masters said, "Just do the form." That's what you can count on, and if it is a well designed form it will work for attacks from any direction, it will work in the air and it will work on the ground. At the higher levels of internal martial arts structure, mass and even fluid, the inanimate aspects of the body, just don't matter anymore. The body becomes like an empty suit moved by the spirit. The spacial mind turns off all the controlling impulses of the gross and fine motor movement, and the whole body become like someone else's body. Like a suit of chain-mail armor, or like a burlap sack (with arms and legs) filled with rice. In the end the body becomes like clothing.
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Check out these cats fighting in the air with rotational momentum and internal power!