I warn those of you with a Netflix account that Redbelt is one awful mess of a movie. Yes, the Brazilian jiu-jitsu instructor refuses to compete against the evil Brazilians, but it’s not because prize fights are inherently different from grappling matches. It’s for some sort of dedication to an ideal of honoring a Japanese-looking master that even he can’t coherently articulate. Brazilian jiu-jitsu is built upon wrestling others—in class, in tournaments, in MMA fights and in real life.
It’s one thing to have an arbitrary restriction; it’s another to have one that’s simultaneously a contradiction of the core principles of your profession and so unclear even the person following it can’t tell you what it is. And it’s yet another thing to reward the instructor with a redbelt—the supposed highest honor in jiu-jitsu—solely for getting angry, beating up security guards and brawling in the hallways of an arena to protest the stealing of his stupid idea.
Mamet tried to do about eleven different things with his script and only Eijofor’s performance gave that movie its sole redeeming feature.
That being said, this “do not hit a girl” thing has always annoyed me. There are biological difference between genders, but if someone deserves to be punched, they deserve to be punched.
That being said, this “do not hit a girl” thing has always annoyed me. There are biological difference between genders, but if someone deserves to be punched, they deserve to be punched.
Given the difficulty of determining whether someone’s pregnant, and the large possibility of violence causing a miscarriage, and the long time it takes for a successful pregnancy, it seems like a pretty good heuristic. Almost as good as “do not hit anyone”.
I warn those of you with a Netflix account that Redbelt is one awful mess of a movie. Yes, the Brazilian jiu-jitsu instructor refuses to compete against the evil Brazilians, but it’s not because prize fights are inherently different from grappling matches. It’s for some sort of dedication to an ideal of honoring a Japanese-looking master that even he can’t coherently articulate. Brazilian jiu-jitsu is built upon wrestling others—in class, in tournaments, in MMA fights and in real life.
It’s one thing to have an arbitrary restriction; it’s another to have one that’s simultaneously a contradiction of the core principles of your profession and so unclear even the person following it can’t tell you what it is. And it’s yet another thing to reward the instructor with a redbelt—the supposed highest honor in jiu-jitsu—solely for getting angry, beating up security guards and brawling in the hallways of an arena to protest the stealing of his stupid idea.
Mamet tried to do about eleven different things with his script and only Eijofor’s performance gave that movie its sole redeeming feature.
That being said, this “do not hit a girl” thing has always annoyed me. There are biological difference between genders, but if someone deserves to be punched, they deserve to be punched.
Given the difficulty of determining whether someone’s pregnant, and the large possibility of violence causing a miscarriage, and the long time it takes for a successful pregnancy, it seems like a pretty good heuristic. Almost as good as “do not hit anyone”.