There's American-style bar brawls and ye olde Englishe fisticuffs. All charming in their way. But for sheer style, it's hard to beat Chinese martial arts.
Whether it's Shaolin kung fu or ErMei Shan's uh, Stance of the Wounded Badger or something, there's just this grace and fluidity that runs through the lot. We're talking about the actual stuff here, mind. Not the throw-fireball-from-hands, Street Fighter hadoken fancifuls.
Jackie Chan is good at it. The nose just throws him as a suave character though. Jet Li also quite pro, lah. Somemore got nice stylo name. But who doesn't know the legend that has endured time - the one who brought magic to the screen in an era when computer effects were so many green characters on a black screen - Bruce Lee.
Being of that particular sort of build, it's unlikely I'll ever get impressive bodybuilt mass without enough steroids to make my testicles look like those peanuts they serve with beer. The best bet, as a friend has said, is to go for the Bruce Lee option - thin, hardwired strength, lean and corded.
That one also not likely, lah. He ran a martial arts school, taught fighting and did it for a living. I'm an impoverished copywriter with delusions of grandeur. Fat, to boot.
But one can always admire and aspire. So once again, long introduction-prelude to small shitty Photoshop by your favourite goat. Been a lack of visual stimuli here lately, anyhow.
Yes, I make one. Click for wallpaper in full 1280x1024 glory.
...or don't. See if I care. - does trademark Bruce Lee thumb-against-nose-rub -
