![]() ![]() Those top four panels are gratuitously heartbreaking. (I lived in a warm, Southern Californian bubble in which I had imagined the world had finally reached a sort of colourblind enlightenment. ![]() Dragon, in almost every way, seemed to me an unremarkable movie, but I do credit it for making me aware that racial matters did still exist. Growing up I had several Asian-American friends and I wasn’t able to connect Rooney’s performance with the ethnic identities of any of these friends. I had seen Breakfast before this but had not really understood the import of the scene. In it, Lee becomes offended while watching Mickey Rooney essay a devastatingly racist depiction (all in good humour!) of a Japanese man in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I first encountered (back before it had the name) the idea of race-bending, or at least came to the realization of how offensive it could be, in the Bruce Lee biopic Dragon way back in 1993. That’s a terrible way to begin a review of a good book. It’s funny that the most notable thing I can tell you about this book is that it’s in colour. ![]()
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