Watched 30 minutes more of the official version of Game of Death. Billy Lo the movie action star is being forced to join a syndicate that uses big stars as pawns. A former star who reneged was fished out of the river, and Billy is constantly hounded by minions (surrealistically always dressed like aliens in motorcycle jumpsuits) to pledge loyalty to the syndicate.

My attention flags. I can't watch all of it in toto. The chinoisserie on every set is comprised of cheap, sidewalk vases and plates, the kind that you can buy in Lucky Chinatown for a pittance. The protagonist's situation seems to allude to the actual situation Bruce Lee may have been in before he died. In this movie he has a Caucasian girlfriend (as he did in real life). He is not invincible, he loses fights--ten steps down from his status as a god in Fist of Fury. Moreover, as the second version has a disturbing, subliminal message (all masters are constantly challenged), this one may have several subliminal messages as well. So far I see one, that blacks and whites are the enemies of Asians.

Will resume my viewing tomorrow. The only saving grace so far is a peek backstage of a Chinese opera, where Billy's uncle is a performer, and watching the players apply their make-up and put on their headdresses.

The fight scenes are ho-hum. B.L.'s filmography was a downhill drive, perhaps due to poor advice from his agent. If he had an agent.

Fist of Fury's ending was ominous.