No matter the medium, RZA is a world-builder who has conceptualized the contours of the rich, bloody, dense universe he created down to the most insignificant details.

If Iron Fists is sometimes badly made, it is refreshingly badly made.

There's little happening here except slavish imitation and embarrassing hackwork.

Lunatic, slipshod, absurdly violent, horribly acted, and borderline incomprehensible.

As befits a Tarantino-endorsed production, the anachronisms, one-liners and clashing acting styles are ostensibly part of the fun, but both the martial arts and the slightly dull narrative patchwork are too choppily edited to gain much of a foothold.