ROBERT FITZGERALD DIGGS

Whatever film The Man with the Iron Fists turns out to be, the sheer wackiness of potentially seeing a Brooklyn drawling RZA thump his way through a series of kung fu archetypes is enough high-concept to get my bum on a seat. Word around the campfire is that the first assembly edit of this flick totalled over four hours. I wonder what a Heaven's Gate length fight flick directed by a hip-hop mogul would look like? Awesome, probably.