Amazon Prime Video original movie Bloodsport was released February 26th, 1988.
#Bloodsport made $11.8M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 50%
metacritic: 29
imdb: 6.8
Frank Dux
U.S. Army Captain Frank Dux competes in an international martial arts tournament ‘kumite’ in Hong Kong, China.
“What’s the problem? Tell him I’ll be right there, after I take a shower. Okay.” — Frank Dux
“How is he? It’s so good to be here again. Thank you.” — Frank Dux
“No. I wasn’t going to steal it. You’re not gonna call the cops? What kind of a deal? Not yet. Not yet. How come you coach him, and not me? If you expect me to be his punching bag, you can forget about our deal.” — Frank Dux
“Shidoshi, I feel like I’ve lost part of my family, too. Shingo and I were close friends, like brothers. And you and Mrs. Tanaka have treated me like a son. What will happen now? But you have so much to teach. Teach me. I can do it.” — Frank Dux
“You told me, using any technique that works, never to limit myself to one style, to keep an open mind. To honor you, Shidoshi.” — Frank Dux
“Are you awake, Shidoshi? How are you feeling? I’m going to Hong Kong. To honor you means everything to me. Sure. I’ll try. Yeah. I’m here, too, for the kumite. Aren’t you a little old for video games? Yeah. I’m Frank Dux. No, no. It’s Dux.” — Frank Dux
“Mmm-hmm. Shidoshi Tanaka trained me. Thanks. Vic, choose a brick.” — Frank Dux
Ray Jackson
“I love anything full contact. I need a few more scars on my face. Only if you fuck up.”
“Hey, babe, want to go out with a real big man? No, huh? Too handsome for you, huh, honey? What? Think you can give me some competition?”
“That’s what I like to hear, a kid who isn’t afraid to lose. No, no. I got it. I don’t want to take your money. You ready? You like this kind of fighting, huh? You wanna see some real fighting, you can see me fight at the kumite. Aren’t you a little young for full contact? You want to go at it again, huh? Yeah.”
“Not bad, kid. Name’s Ray Jackson. Yeah. How you doing? My name’s Jackson. This is Mr. Frank Dux. Are our rooms ready? Who the hell’s Mr. Lin? ‘Okay, USA!’ Mmm-hmm. What the hell is a dim-mak? Whoa! Yeah! No shit, you honor his invitation! That was great.”
Leah Ayres
“This your first time in Hong Kong? You two are here for the kumite, aren’t you? Look, guys, I know there’s a secret, full-contact event being held in Hong Kong in the next few days. I also happen to know a little bit about some of your competition. Okay. Um… would you just tell me how you got invited? Thanks, guys.”
“Like hell! Let go of me. No. Hossein is an asshole. You want me to spell it out for you?”
Mr. Tanaka
“That’s enough, Shingo. Go to your studies. You cannot get katana sword by stealing. It is very special sword. You must earn it. You didn’t flinch. You have fighting spirit. Mmm, not if we make a deal. Your son and my son are in the same school. Frank sees my son’s skill and he desires to learn martial science, too. Frank has told me you came to America to grow vine. I came here to grow fish in my hatchery. We both grow children. You use science to make vines grow better. Like vines, children need training.”
“Martial science provide a way of training. Brings mind, body, spirit together. That’s enough. That’s all for today. Go practice your katas. I brought you here to help me train my son. Don’t question me!”
“No more training. I stop now. You don’t understand. In the war, I lost my first family, my son, daughter, and wife. They lived in Hiroshima. I left Japan because of the war. War was wrong. I came here to start over, begin a new family, have a son. Another chance to pass on the teaching. For 2,000 years knowledge passed from father to son, father to son. When Shingo died, it stopped.”
“You are not Japanese! You are not a Tanaka! Why? Practice until you can meditate and nothing can distract you, so that you see and feel nothing except your own energy. Did you sleep with your eyes open? Like an old man. And how about you? You sure you want to do this? I have poured all my knowledge into you. When you fight, my spirit fights with you.”
“In kumite, you will need it.”
Hong Kong, China
“Kumite? What is kumite? Yes. Hong Kong is an exciting city.”
“May I help you? Mr. Lin in Room 310 wants to see you after you check in.”
“I’m Lin. You Jackson? You look like a Jackson. That would make you Frank Ducks. Gotcha. Like ‘put up your dukes,’ right? Okay, so here’s the deal. This is the biggest kumite ever. We got fighters from all over. I’ve been assigned by the IFAA to help you and the other North American fighters to find your way around. I’m gonna make sure you guys give it your best and don’t disqualify by fighting outside the arena.”
“The Triad, they are like the Mafia, is allowing us to hold kumite here this time. Here it comes, man. The Walled City. Not a place for outsiders. You are in Hong Kong, but you are about to cross an invisible border into mainland China. No joke, man. It’s a rundown piece of no man’s land in the middle of a tourist paradise. It goes way back to the old lease agreement between Great Britain and China. Once you step out of the sunlight into the narrow corridors, it’s time to protect your nuts, guys. Okay, USA!”
“Okay, guys. First, you’ll show the Black Dragon boys your invitation. Then, you got to qualify and prove to them you can step onto the runway and not get killed. Got it? You got it?”
“It says he represents the Tanaka clan. You don’t look like a Tanaka. What’s the hold-up? He says Senzo Tanaka is his shidoshi. What’s the difference if Bruce Springsteen is his shidoshi? If Senzo Tanaka is his shidoshi, then show us the dim-mak. Death touch. Okay, Frank. What about this one? No! Bottom one.”
“Son of a bitch! Is that good enough, guys? We honor your invitation.”
“Two days ago? Maybe he already left, went somewhere else. Asia’s a very big place, you know. The kumite? My men are already overworked. I’ll see what can be done. Mmm-hmm.”
“You’ll come upstairs with me for an interview. You want Hossein, no? What did you call me?”
Chong Li
“Very good, but brick not hit back.”
Civilians
“Jackson, you gonna go to Hong Kong? But I heard you can get killed at that kumite.”
“Tomorrow, we leave for the kumite.”
“Sir? Excuse me, but Colonel Cooke would like to see you before you leave on furlough. The Colonel found out you’re going to Hong Kong. He wants to talk to you about it. But I’ll have to wait, sir. What’s taking so long, Captain? Captain? Shit! Sir! Where’s Dux?”
“He was at the gym, like you said. Took a shower, I waited, and he disappeared. What do you mean, he disappeared? One minute he was there, next, he wasn’t. Jesus Christ! If anything happens to Dux in Hong Kong… get Helmer and Rawlins on this right away. And I don’t want to see your face again until Dux is beside it! Understand!”
“He’s resting now. He’ll be so happy to see you. I tell him you are here. Wow. Look at the sword! Let’s get it. Come on, Frank. What’s the matter, you chicken? Then get in here. Hey, Frank, you wanna hang out with us, then come on! You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna grab something? Shit! They’re coming back! Let’s get out of here! Come on, Frank! Forget him! Let’s go! Yes, but what do you mean by martial science? Yes, that’s right. I work at the Vernet Vineyard.”
“Why don’t you quit, round-eye? Someday I’ll fight in the kumite and make my father proud.”
“Mrs. Tanaka… Mrs. Tanaka? Yes? Mrs. Tanaka, it’s very important to the government of the United States that we find Frank Dux. We understand that he might have visited Mr. Tanaka here recently. Mr. Tanaka is very ill. We’re sorry to hear that. Was Frank here recently? Frank came here to pay his respects. When was that? Two days ago. Did he say, or do you know if he was going to Hong Kong? I don’t know. Of course you know. Look, we’re not trying to… Mrs. Tanaka, we’re very sorry to have disturbed you. Thank you very much for your time.”
“Here’s a picture of the man that we’re looking for. His name is Frank Dux. We have reason to believe Frank is here in Hong Kong. His name was on a list on a flight from San Francisco two days ago. We were hoping you’d hold on to this for reference. We’re here because Frank is going to fight in the kumite, and we’re here to stop him. Yes. Inspector Chen, we all know that the kumite is happening here in Hong Kong. And we all know it’s going on over the next three days. Look, Inspector, all we want you to do is pass this picture out to your men. If they spot Dux, they give us a call at our hotel. Simple. Hey, if it’s too much trouble, forget it. We just thought that… Inspector, we’re all overworked, but we need your help. You know where to reach us?”
