There is nothing more depressing than watching a film starring Jackie Chan where perhaps out of sheer spite for the lack of entertainment you find yourself rooting for the people attacking Jackie. Chan's first outing in Tinseltown probably has at the very least a passing resemblance to the average Hong Kong cinema fan's definition of grotesque. At the time of filming Chan did not speak enough English to order himself breakfast let alone deliver his lines with even a touch of comprehension (in fact he was taught English by way of phonetic cue cards in addition to off camera coaching on when to react to his co-stars). "Enter the Dragon" director Robert Clouse was brought on board for all the obvious reasons but curiously tied Chan's arms behind his back and refused to let him elaborate on much of anything and boy does it ever show.