I pulled up the ol’ Netflix and decided to check out the Karate Kid. Here’s some thoughts.
Ralph Macchio is not in high school. I looked it up, he was at least 22 when this was filmed. Then again, Luke Perry was 45 when 90210 was on.
Daniel-san has picked fights with the Cobra Kai three times and been pummeled each time. What kind of idiot doesn’t know when to quit? Then I remembered my attempts at getting girls’ phone numbers for about 18 years of my life.
Daniel has some rocking style. Camo pants, plaid shirt, and ring neck t-shirt – all different colors. I don’t see clothes that awful at Aldi’s.
I like Mr. Miyagi’s slave labor training school. Next time my soon to be wife wants to do a house project, I’m opening a karate school. “Build the deck. Right hand hammer. Left hand grab me a beer.”
If you rub your hands together, you can heal any wound short of bullet holes.
I still laugh every time Miyagi says “Wax off.”
I would have loved to learn karate from a friendly old Asian man as a kid, especially one who gave me a car. I grew up in Appalachia, though. I would have had to settle for a drunk guy teaching me how to shiv someone. Then he would have gave me a shiv, not as a gift, he would’ve stabbed me with it when the voices told him to.
The scene when Daniel beats Johnny is the exciting conclusion. The worst part is all of sudden, Johnny, who was a grade A douche the whole movie, is cool as shit and congratulates him. This is more unbelievable than a 60 year Japanese man beating the shit out of five 18 year olds. Oh well, I still like it. Wax off, friends. Wax off.