If you don’t like the kitschy side of the 1980s, there’s no way in hell that you’re gonna like The Last Dragon. This film’s neon lighting will be a roundhouse kick to your face. Its Motown-produced synthesizer pop score, a knifehand chop to your throat. Its campy karate nonsense plot, a fatal blow to your ribs. It’s a true cheeseball, but strangely lovable. The only way to watch it is to put yourself in the mind of a kid at the time. Martial arts is the coolest thing in the world and luscious big-eyed Vanity is a dream girl. The hero of the film, 19-year-old Taimak’s “Bruce Leroy”, is himself a big kid. He’s a charming virgin, a real nerd-and-a-half, who’s as obsessed with his Kung Fu training as other confused adolescents are with comic books. Over-the-top villain Sho Nuff (a wonderfully foaming Julius J. Carry III) considers him a threat and the adventure begins. An adolescent boy’s checklist of fantasies unfold throughout, along with a ton of silly jokes and some grand old corny catharsis. This is too lightweight for the critics, but that’s only made its cult following more rabid.