Guest Blogging: J’Nara Corbin on ‘The Karate Kid’Published by Clay Cane on Friday, June 11, 2010 at 12:00 am.
Having written about films like Good Hair, The Princess and the Frog, Just Wright and Sex and the City 2, I have enjoyed sharing my movie experiences, showing how what I witness on the silver screen mirrors my life. Prior to the lights going down in the Times Square theater for the advanced screening of The Karate Kid, I asked myself, “What in the world do I have in common with a 12-year-old boy who needs to learn Kung Fu to defend himself from bullies?” By the time the closing credits rolled, I answered that question with an unequivocal yet grossly understated “A lot!”
We all have had our share of bullies pop up in our lives; whether they struck fear into you on a playground during your younger years, or they never grew up and followed you into adulthood in the form of unrelenting bosses, bad boyfriends or “frenemies.” We have all had to show restraint by refraining from stooping to their level and slapping their mothers for not doing a better job of rearing these Neanderthals. A true Ultimate Fighter knows that the best fights are the fights we avoid… however, if you should find yourself backed into a corner, it would not hurt to have a Jackie Chan of your own to teach you some moves.
I am sure we all remember The Karate Kid of 1984. Ralph Macchio and Pat Morita affixed the iconic “wax on, wax off” to the list of the ever-eclectic ’80s totally tubular terminology. Will and Jada stepping in as producers proved to kick the action up a notch and brought this universal-themed tale of the triumph of the underdog to the 21st century!
Triumph is what this movie is all about. Grown men were yelling at the young boys on screen during the very grown up fight scenes. You would have thought they were in Las Vegas watching a title fight that held their child’s college tuition in the balance!
With punch after punch, kick after kick and Taraji P. Henson yelling, “That’s my baby!” — The Karate Kid left me with an unmistakable life lesson that leaps over all cultural barriers. Life will knock us down, but we can choose to get back up.
I tucked away “wax on, wax off” and replaced it with a mental note to start practicing the seemingly simplistic art of hanging up and picking up my jacket (you’ll get that line when you see it!). So, I hit the streets of the Big Apple with a lil’ Sex and the City in my step, keeping my eyes open for my Mr. Just Wright and ready to do a quick “Hi-yah!” if the wrong man gets in my way!