Circle of Iron

Circle of Iron

A young martial artist, Cord the Seeker, competes for and loses the right to go on a quest for the Book of All Knowlege held by a wizard named Zetan

In a mystical desert kingdom, young martial arts fighter Cord (Jeff Cooper) embarks on an adventure, encountering other martial artists in battle until one day he meets an aging blind man who will show him the true meaning of martial arts and life. . You can read more in Google, Youtube, Wiki

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Joshua L (mx) wrote: I actually really liked this. It had a cool concept and good story, it just needed better quality.

Anson H (ru) wrote: This is the best toy story

Kat L (ru) wrote: may be slightly entertaining to 10yr olds or perhaps americans

Tanvir M (nl) wrote: An amazingly subtle movie about an ordinary man who discovers the beauty of life and love, but he is too late. Full of yearning for a life that could have been, but will never be. Achingly beautiful and haunting, leading up to an underplayed but heartbreaking conclusion. Recommended only for fans of quiet and introspective movies.

Altered E (es) wrote: Batman Forever is the best movie ever made; with the exception of maybe the Fifth Element or Blade Runner or Kingdom of Heaven, Batman Forever is the one movie you can watch a million times and get something new every time you watch it.Honestly, however, I do not see why people hate on Batman & Robin for being the ultimate low of the original franchise, but spare this film the same criticism. It's just as over-the-top and campy, the acting is just as mediocre, the production conceptualization is just as misguided. Indeed, the only difference is that B&R is enjoyably, laughably bad, whereas this installment is just mediocre and bad.

Joseph B (it) wrote: These pipes are clean!

Paul Z (us) wrote: Known for crowd-pleasing stories with definite heroes, underdogs overcoming odds and surrogate fathers, it's ironic that John G. Avildsen's breakthrough came with a film that asks the kind of questions that mainstream film wouldn't ask for awhile yet about the impartial portrayal of racists, junkies and gritty urban living. And it does only ask these questions. It doesn't answer much. Its over-the-top climax is a taut little shocker that eschews winding down for a gaping stunned gaze on your face, but as much as it leaves you pondering where the characters all went wrong, the scenes leading up to it don't quite seem to have led there without major, sudden contrivance. The death of an insignificant, drug-dealing junkie loser would be less than probable to be headlined on an NYC TV news program, let alone front page news in an NYC newspaper. Yet because these implausible things implicitly happen, Joe (played stunningly by Peter Boyle), while ranting in a bar, overhears and somehow recalls the name of another customer who fleetingly and facetiously says he's killed a hippie. Days later, Joe not only remembers the man's very general name but is able to track him down, apparently since he's the only person of the name Bill Compton listed in the whole phonebook for a city of several million people. Nevertheless, this movie wants you to think about the implications of its dialogue, the contrast between two men of different classes, and mainly the war between generational values. It's the kind of movie that gets articles written about its perceived commentary on its time, and works as a time capsule for audiences of my generation, forty years later. The film's credited with birthing the "vigilante film," wherein characters violate the law to exact justice, rooted in 1970s anxiety toward government corruption, failure in Vietnam, increased crime. These movies point toward the climbing political orientation of neo-conservatism, men who believe good and evil to be cut-and-dried and legal bureaucracy to be elite nutlessness, so they play judge, jury and executioner. Joe and Bill are two of these sorts, but their crusade is not by any means lionized. Their holy war against the counterculture scene catches them off-guard, such as when they make love with some hippie girls, where we see body shame equated with older, more purist generations and upper classes, and the other extreme of exhibitionism seen as social equality. Yet no young character trusts or even likes any older character, and vice versa. The American flag on the poster art of this film indeed deserves higher billing than the main cast, because more than a portrait of Joe or Bill, the movie's a bleak silhouette of the country, at odds with itself, its famous Dream turned sour. This is an inherently fascinating concept. Avildsen would return to it just a few years later in his masterpiece Save the Tiger, which would swing for the bleachers. Here, however, he and writer Norman Wexler seem more concerned with their heavy dependence on sensationalist advertising and broad, lurid overstatement of theme, despite the intrinsic quality of their film. There's so much more about the '60s, '70s generational gap that goes untapped here---Molotov cocktails and sniper fire in response to multicultural textbook curriculums, racial integration in its infancy, homosexuality still considered a mental illness---instead merely concerning older traditional fuddy-duds and younger radical stoners with their dispositions towards sex, drugs and violence. I thought I'd appreciate this movie immensely. Save the Tiger firmly grasped the perceived moral dilemmas of the era, punctured stereotypes that clenched many into angles where they couldn't---still can't---comprehend the people with whom they share their society, or truly grasp the dichotomies that make up the layers of daily life. Joe seems to be even more about such things than that film. Instead, I found its moments of violence, at the beginning and end, to be done with a mawkishly exploitative edge with superfluous percussion-driven music and repetitive editing undercutting the impact. I found myself admiring the occasional scene of dialogue but finding most of them hard to buy, especially those where Bill takes Joe through his upper-crust world to show him how fake his peers are. Nevertheless, resulting from the national media coverage of the Stonehead Manor murders that inspired its climax, Joe snagged a Straight From The Headlines asset upon release. Without the murders, it's unlikely that this low-budget exploitation film would've found a wide audience, which instead it did, earning millions in domestic receipts. Furthermore, it's likely that the similarities between the real-life murders and the movie's dog-eared premise inspired the Academy to nominate Wexler's passable screenplay for an Oscar. It's also likely that the wider audiences helped launch newcomers Avildsen, Boyle and Sarandon. And that's not such a bad thing.

David C (es) wrote: Very good action film! Gilles Lellouche is outstanding! A very different role then he had in "Tell No One". He's just an everyday guy caught in the wrong place @ the wrong time just trying to save his family. The plot & dialogue are superior & the reason it's believable!

Cael M (au) wrote: One of the great spaghetti westerns and my second favorite Sergio Corbucci movie. It doesn't quite have the strong direction of other westerns such as Sergio Leone movies, but it still has a very tense, dark atmosphere and a completely aggressive, awesome protagonist (named Django) that is relatable (not quite on the same level, though) to the Man With No Name. The plot itself is too interesting to pass, and it really delivers- a stranger dragging a coffin is caught up between two different "gangs", which are Mexican revolutionaries and General Jackson's men. The plot is pretty similar to A Fistful of Dollars, where Clint Eastwood is in the middle of two rivaling gangs, and that plot was taken from Yojimbo. The action is quite brutal at times, even for a moderately low budget movie, but there was no point where I was bored because of the intriguing plot and the awesome performance by Franco Nero. Corbucci's direction is very fitting for the gritty, vicious atmosphere, which almost perfectly represents the brutality of its setting. This movie has some very memorable scenes, particularly Django revealing what's in his coffin, and the final fight. Unfortunately, some parts of the movie did not quite age well, and are quite campy, and some of the dialogue is pretty bad. However, it seems to have a great influence on westerns because it supposedly led to the creation of countless unofficial sequels (only one official sequel), and also greatly inspired Quentin Tarantino (Django Unchained). It is an absolutely awesome classic spaghetti western that despite its minor but glaring flaws, has not only created a huge influence for both older and modern directors, but is an entertaining, great movie.

Matt D (jp) wrote: The day I don't laugh out loud at the 'Comb the Desert' scene is the day I don't want to go on living.

Becky B (au) wrote: It's a beautiful film, but I was disappointed to see her meet humans, I kind of never really wanted that. It's an excellent film though