Enter the Dragon (1973)
If you look hard enough, you can probably find a way not to enjoy Enter the Dragon, the last (save for outtake-packed knockoffs) and best film of Bruce Lee's too-brief career. The plot is hokey: Hong Kong martial-arts master Lee (played by, er, Lee) is hired by some mysterious spy organization to do reconnaissance work on the secluded island hideaway of Mr. Han (Kien Shih), a treacherous criminal mastermind suspected of operating elaborate drug and prostitution rings. The film's only black character (U.S. karate champ Jim Kelly) gets killed off for no good reason. Lee's sister (hapkido master and pixie powerhouse Angela Mao) stereotypically commits hari-kari rather than fight off the advances of Han's pervo henchmen. And the film's (anti?) climax has Lee, after memorably crucifying armies of bulky musclemen and martial-arts whizzes, facing off with frail old coot Han. But you're so drawn into the star's mystique--his charisma, humor, and sex appeal, to say nothing of his strobelike swiftness and jaw-dropping agility--that you could interlace Dragon's action sequences with footage of an Amish barn-raising and it would still be the most ass-whomping martial-arts epic ever. Forget Lee's mysterious death--watch this colorful, kinetic flick and you'll find yourself astonished at what this dynamo was capable of while he still drew breath.