Reading this engrossing The New Republic feature has me excited to pick up Jackie Chan’s memoir, Never Grow Up. I grew up in Hong Kong myself, and remember just how big of a deal it was when Rumble in the Bronx came out in 1995—Chan was the first famous Hong Konger in my lifetime to become a household name in the U.S. (Bruce Lee died a decade before I was born).
I remember reading a story about how when Jackie Chan hosted Saturday Night Live in 2000, all his lines were written in Chinese on cue cards and he would translate into English live on air. I found that anecdote so endearing. He was one of us, and somehow, even with imperfect English, made it to the upper strata of Western pop culture. I watched his 2016 acceptance speech for an honorary Oscar with much pride.
So for tonight’s Last Call, I just wanted to share 28 minutes of Jackie Chan kicking ass. The choreography, the comedy, the crispness—you can make the argument Chan is our modern day Buster Keaton. (Also worth checking: Jackie Chan as fashion icon.) [Kevin Pang]