Review: Drifter TKD (2008)

“Taekwondo is not a corporation! It’s an art!”

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Does anyone else remember Ron Pohnel? He had that awesome ring match against Jean-Claude Van Damme in No Retreat, No Surrender (1986) – the one right before the finale. After that, he practically ceased to exist until IMDb informed us last decade that he was finally working on another movie. And not just any movie, but a full-blown vehicle for himself! I didn’t care that it was going to be a very low-budget effort – I just wanted to see the guy again. However, after waiting almost ten years for a release and then only accessing the film through Pohnel’s Youtube channel, my expectations steadied a little. Little did I know that even then I was in for disappointment. Drifter TKD is a micro action flick burdened by a terrible screenplay and the filmmakers’ failure to take advantage of what resources they have. It’s a poor directorial debut for Pohnel and really just a passion project gone awry.

The story: After giving up his taekwondo school to a greedy corporation, Master Harrison Luke (Pohnel) takes on the life of a destitute drifter. Settling in a homeless community, the master takes a stand for the disenfranchised against a golf club owner trying to intimidate them.

Tempting as it is, I’m not going to compare this to the other movie Pohnel did. However, even judging it on its own merits yields little praise. To be fair, there’s no sense bemoaning its lack of budget and shot-on-video presentation: given his limitations, director/producer/cameraman Ron does well enough. And while the fight scenes are definitely in trouble for being too short most of the time and questionably shot/edited, they reveal that Pohnel is still packing some moves. Nevertheless, the movie does everything else wrong. With the exception of ex-Power Ranger Blake Foster as Harrison’s student, none of the supporting martial stars engage in any of the action – not Mel Novak as the evil CEO, nor Ron Hall as his henchman, nor Leo Fong as Harris’ fellow master. The lighting is off in several scenes and the dialogue isn’t always audible over the soundtrack. The dialogue is weak, frequently sounding contrived and unnatural (“To be a CEO, your heart has to be cold and hard”) and with characters repeat their backstories multiple times. Some prominent characters are just outright unlikable, with David Fultz as Harrison’s bumpkin sidekick generating some particular vitriol in my notes.

Worst of all, the story ends up going absolutely nowhere. After almost 90 minutes of testing my patience with poor pacing, the movie resolves none of the problems it’s set up. Harrison remains a drifter, his loyal student returns to his heartless father, the corporation maintains a monopoly on local taekwondo schools, the homeless people remain homeless, and even though the leader of the local gang gets beaten up, both they and the evil club owner are left with no curb on their homeless-harassing and human-trafficking shenanigans. The film kind of addresses this with a last-second philosophy about going with the flow and making the best of a bad situation, but it just feels like a badly-planned story. The characters end up in almost exactly the same place they started, making me feel like I’ve wasted my time.

While I’m criticizing, I might as well also point out the film’s social failings as well, beginning with almost every non-white actor with a speaking role being cast as a villain. Also, at least two female characters are martial artists (Sohara Key and Charl Pohnel) but are also depicted as no match for their male aggressors, making their previous training scenes amount to nothing. One of them gets seriously creeped on by David Fultz’s character with no consequence. Seriously, he’s more harshly reprimanded for incorrectly throwing a kick during martial arts practice, which suggests that even in a movie where sex trafficking is a thing, disappointing your male teacher is a bigger faux pas than threatening women.

As eager as I am to promote indie cinema, it’s hard to recommend this one. It doesn’t take itself very seriously, but the grinding pace and lack of engaging content makes it a chore to sit through. Check it out if you really want to see what’s become of Ron Pohnel, but otherwise just skip to the end of No Retreat, No Surrender again.

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Drifter TKD (2008)
Directed by Ron Pohnel
Written by Ron Pohnel, Charl Pohnel
Starring Ron Pohnel, Blake Foster, Solara Key (Thunderkick), Ron Encarnacion (Parts of the Same Circle)
Cool costars: Martial arts stars Mel Novak (Game of Death), Ron Hall (Bloodsport II), and Leo Fong (Low Blow) are here but don’t fight. Jacob Stiver, Charl Pohnel, and Omar Lizarranga do fight. Longtime TV actor Richard Pines plays the greedy golf club owner.
Content warning: Kidnapping, human trafficking, sexual harassment, homophobic dialogue
Title refers to: “Drifter” refers to the protagonist’s occupation. “TKD” – short for taekwondo – refers to the martial art featured most prominently in the film.
Cover accuracy: A close-up of Ron Pohnel with a wide shot of him (or possibly Blake Foster) walking in the background is appropriate. The billing refers to Charl Pohnel by her full name, Charlene Oka-Pohnel, in contrast to how it appears in the onscreen credits.
Number of full-length fight scenes: 5
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Honorary Dragon: SOON-TEK OH (1932-2018)

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I’ve
recently heard about the tragic death of Soon-Tek Oh, one of my
favorite actors and a person who definitely deserves honoring on this
page. Oh was an acclaimed Hollywood performer whose work spanned
genres and mediums, and while he wasn’t generally labeled a “karate
guy,” it’d be an oversight if nobody mentioned his involvement
with the action genre in memoriam. A practitioner of taekwondo and
kendo, Oh brought an authenticity to his fighting roles that wasn’t
lost on his fans, and he thus made an impression even when performing
alongside established martial arts stars. Indeed, his last fight
scene (in The President’s Man
[2000])
featured
the 68-year-old Oh leading
a
furious
climactic showdown
against Chuck Norris.
Though his involvement with
my U.S. video niche
was limited, his memory deserves the lasting respect of anyone who
enjoys the martial arts subgenre as a whole. With
regard to his towering
portfolio of dramatic work, I’ll
always remember him as a deceptively
skilled
fighter who brought much class to every production he was involved
with. I’m
going to miss him very much.

Below
are some clips of his fight scenes.

Vs.
Lee Van Cleef
The Master
(1984)

Vs.
Adrian Paul
Highlander
(1992)

Vs.
Chuck Norris
The President’s Man
(2000)

Review: My Samurai (1992)

“You
fight well, little man. You have good spirit.”

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Taekwondo
champ Julian Lee has been appearing in action movies since 1990, but
his earliest work readily available in North America is 1992’s My
Samurai
. This one fell into my lap by accident (my boyfriend
happened to have an unopened copy on his shelf), and overall, I’m
glad I saw it. What threatens to be a boring indie exercise turns
into an engaging adventure with a lot of fight scenes. It doesn’t
fully realize its potential, but the raw fun makes for a feature
worth digging your VCR out for.

The story: When a young
boy (John Kallo) witnesses an underworld crime, his babysitter (Lynne
Hart) and he are targeted for assassination and must rely on the
protection of a martial arts instructor (Lee).

The movie
starts off umpromisingly. It’s really hurting for good actors, with
lead villain Mako and absentee father Terry O’Quinn having
relatively few scenes despite their important roles. I totally buy
Julian Lee as the martial arts teacher he is, but drama seems alien
to him; he makes Philip Rhee look like an Oscar nominee. Young John
Kallo is, somehow, in even greater trouble. They stumble through the
movie’s opening third, gumming their lines and failing to impress.
Then, to my surprise and delight, the screenplay wakes up. At first
it’s just little things that you notice – realistic touches about
what three people on the run have to contend with, like how to find
new clothes and needing to sleep in a cramped space – but
eventually, it’s like the film remembers that it can do whatever it
pleases and has its three stars fighting a glam-inspired martial arts
gang and buddying up with a minister played by friggin’ Bubba
Smith. The final 15 minutes or so lose some of that gusto when the
filmmakers try to shoehorn in a whole scenario about Kallo and his
dad, but overall, this is a pretty energized movie that’s unlikely
to bore its target audience.

There are some disappointing
missteps throughout, beyond the aforementioned pacing issues. Lynne
Hart – one of only two prominent female performers in here –
shows a lot of promise but is somewhat wasted by playing a character
whose sole arc in this otherwise bombastic film is about her love
life. There seems to be some untold backstory regarding the villain,
with the filmmakers trying to draw a parallel between two sets of
fathers and sons, but this is left until the film’s final minutes
and is thus rendered confusing and pointless. Julian Lee has an
embarrassing philosophical scene wherein he claims he never got rich
teaching the martial arts because he didn’t -want-
to be rich; if all martial arts instructors who’ve struggled
and sacrificed
in pursuit
of their passion watched
this scene at once,
their combined laughter might cause earthquakes. Lastly, take note of
the movie’s inappropriate title. Didn’t the studio realize that
neither Julian Lee nor the character he plays are Japanese?

There’s
no shortage of fight scenes, here – about a dozen individual brawls
– and I’m happy to say that they balance out some of the film’s
flaws. The action doesn’t start out promisingly, with some strikes
clearly not making contact and a combatant dying by falling out of a
five-foot window, but it picks up dutifully. Julian Lee provides his
choreographers all the physical talent they need, and they exploit it
by keeping the matches grounded and intimate – lots of
close-quarters street fighting. There’s some flashiness (the glam
gang contains several acrobatic tricksters), and this makes for a
satisfying adrenaline package. Disappointingly, Lee’s onscreen
nemesis – fellow martial arts master Christoph Clark – is
portrayed as so powerful as to negate any potentially cool matches
between them. Clark beats the heck out of Lee, forcing the final
showdown to conclude anticlimactically.

My
Samurai
has the right attitude to be a kickboxing flick of the No
Retreat, No Surrender
variety, but not quite the concentration to
maintain its enthusiasm. Nevertheless, the mixture of unusual touches
and inspired moments make it worth owning for mildly patient fight
fans.

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My
Samurai
(1992)
Directed by Fred H. Dresch (The
Kudzu Christmas
)
Written by
Richard Strahle
Starring
Julian Lee (Dragon and
the Hawk
),
John Kallo, Lynne Hart (Perry
Mason: The Case of the Telltale Talk Show Host
),
Mako (Conan the
Barbarian
)
Cool
costars:

Bubba Smith (Police
Academy

series), Terry O’Quinn (Lost),
Christoph Clark (Tiger
Street
).
Mark
Steven Grove (Legacy
of the Tengu
)
plays a member of the glam gang
Title
refers to:

Julian Lee’s character, presumably.
Potential
triggers:

Violence against women, violence towards children, implied
torture
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Film Partnership