How Come All the Bad Guys in Martial Law Know Martial Arts?

"Martial arts" is a pretty broad qualifier, as far as movie genres go—we're talking samurai (chambara) films and pulpy kung-fu dubs, modern historical epics and blockbuster videogame fodder akin. Which is why nosotros've institute the all-time of the best streaming on Netflix and listed them hither, all with the hope that you'll similar what you see and actually seek out some deep-cut classics when you next peruse your local indie moving picture shop.

There are a few gems here on Netflix streaming, largely in the wuxia and modernistic action subgenres … plus a whole lot of Donnie Yen.

Here are the 10 all-time martial arts movies streaming on Netflix right now.

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The Paper Tigers

Twelvemonth: 2021
Manager: Bao Tran
Stars: Alain Uy, Ron Yuan, Mykel Shannon Jenkins, Roger Yuan, Matthew Folio, Jae Suh Park, Joziah Lagonoy
Rating: PG-xiii
Runtime: 108 minutes

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When you're a martial artist and your chief dies nether mysterious circumstances, you avenge their decease. It's what you practice. It doesn't affair if you're a young man or if you're firmly living that eye-anile life. Your instructor's suspicious passing can't go unanswered. So y'all catch your fellow disciples, put on your knee joint brace, pack a jar of IcyHot and a few Ibuprofen, and you put your olfactory organ to the ground looking for clues and for the culprit, even as your soft, sapped muscles cry out for a breather. That's The Paper Tigers in brusque, a martial arts flick from Bao Tran near the altitude put between three men and their by glories by the rigors of their 40s. It's about good onetime fashioned ass-whooping too, because a martial arts moving picture without donkey-whoopings isn't much of a moving picture at all. But Tran balances the meat of the genre (fight scenes) with potatoes (drama) plus a healthy dollop of spice (one-act), to similar effect as Stephen Grub in his own kung fu pastiches, a la Kung Fu Hustle and Shaolin Soccer, the latter being The Paper Tigers' spiritual kin. Tran'due south employ of close-upward cuts in his fight scenes helps give every dial and kicking real bear upon. Amazing how showing the actor's reactions to taking a fist to the face up suddenly gives the activeness feeling and gravity, which in turn give the movie significant to buttress its crowd-pleasing qualities. We need more movies similar The Paper Tigers, movies that understand the joy of a well-orchestrated fight (and for that matter how to orchestrate a fight well), that celebrate the "art" in "martial arts" and that know how to brand a bum knee into a killer running gag. The realness Tran weaves into his story is welcome, but the smart filmmaking is what makes The Paper Tigers a delight from start to stop.—Andy Crump

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Ip Man

Twelvemonth: 2008
Director: Wilson Yip
Stars: Donnie Yen, Simon Yam, Lynn Hung, Gordon Lam, Fan Siu-wong, Xing Yu, Chen Zhihui
Rating: R
Runtime: 108 minutes

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2008's Ip Man was finally the moment when the truly excellent but never fairly regarded Donnie Yen came into his own, playing a loosely biographical version of the legendary grandmaster of Fly Chun and teacher of a number of future martial arts masters, one of whom was Bruce Lee. The film takes identify in 1930s Foshan (a city famous for martial arts in southern/central China), where the unassuming master tries to weather the 1937 Japanese invasion and occupation of Red china peacefully, but is somewhen forced into action—limb-shattering, face-pulverizing action. This semi-historical moving picture succeeds gloriously: both as cinematic triumph and equally martial arts fan-bait. —K. Alexander Smith

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Best of the Best

Year: 1989
Director: Bob Radler
Stars: Eric Roberts, James Earl Jones, Sally Kirkland, Christopher Penn
Rating: PG-13
Runtime: 97 minutes

A hilariously sincere American cheese-fest, Best of the Best is essentially Cool Runnings, except the stakes are a life-and-death martial arts tournament against that evil foreign superpower we all beloved and so much: Korea. Information technology'southward a story about an American team of martial artists thrown together from the dregs of society—"they're a ragtag bunch of misfits!" There'south the street fighter from Detroit, the guy who's a cowboy for some reason, the grizzled veteran/widower, and, of class, the young kid seeking vengeance for the decease of his brother at the mitt of the Korean leader, who, I shit you non, wears an eyepatch while fighting. The ending in particular is pure schmaltz: Rather than give in to hate and kill his opponent in the ring, our hero lets Team Korea win to go on his accolade. And so the Koreans apologize, hand the Americans their medals, and everyone hugs it out. With James Earl Jones every bit the coach who yells stuff! —Jim Vorel

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Shadow

Year: 2018
Director: Zhang Yimou
Stars: Chao Deng, Dominicus Li, Ryan Zheng, Qianyuan Wang, Xiaotong Guan, Wang Jingchung
Rating: NR
Runtime: 115 minutes

Zhang Yimou's latest is Shadow, a wuxia pic based on the Chinese "3 Kingdoms" legend. Where Yimou'southward recent filmography either favors substance over dazzle (Coming Dwelling) or dazzle over substance (The Cracking Wall), Shadow does what the best of his movies do past sewing them together into ane seamless package. As in Hero, equally in Business firm of Flight Daggers, the anti-gravity fight scenes are stunning to behold, but those movies put performance and action on the aforementioned plane, and Shadow deliberately separates them with a gorgeous monochrome palette, backgrounded past greyness scale that lets the actors, and the copious amount of blood they spill throughout, agree its forefront. Here, in this tale of palace intrigue, Commander Yu (Deng Chao) employs a double to act in his stead (also Deng Chao)—his shadow, if you will—to seize control of a city of strategic value from invading forces against orders from his male monarch (Zheng Kai). The film twists and turns, but through Zhang's devoted stylization, the intricacies never overwhelm. Instead, the stylization does. —Andy Crump

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Blood and Bone

Year: 2009
Director: Ben Ramsey
Stars: Michael Jai White, Julian Sands, Eamonn Walker, Dante Basco, Nona Gaye, Shannon Kane
Rating: R
Runtime: 93 minutes

We brainstorm with the silhouette of Michael Jai White, an impressive specimen of man, and we stop on the same silhouette, though this time festooned with a quote from Genghis Khan: "I am the penalization of God…If y'all had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you." In betwixt, White defines that silhouette, inappreciably going a scene without absolutely pummeling i brute afterwards another, rarely if always showing whatever sign that he possesses such human attributes as weakness or doubt or moral compromise or even the urge to tedious his martial prowess with vice (sex, drugs, technology, food, water). It'southward as if director Ben Ramsey wants only to portray White (the titular Bone, no last name, no discernible backstory) as a quasi-spiritual Hand of God, commissioned by untold powers to strike down all who do the states dirty with magnificent fury and efficiency. What initially seems like a full lack of stakes gradually emerges as an impressively lean attitude towards an otherwise standard action flick, Ramsey'due south fight scenes abundant and brief, the plot's large baddie (an intimidating Eamonn Walker) exactly the kind of ruthless we dearest to see brought to his knees, even if the movie shies away from some thorny racial politics in its terminal minutes. Kimbo Slice is here. Rufio (Dante Basco equally the perfectly named Pinball) can't go half a line without screaming an obscenity. To expect annihilation more than a sleek, satisfying spectacle of unmitigated, marrow-splitting violence would be no less than a waste of Michael Jai White'due south time. —Dom Sinacola

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The Debt Collector

Yr: 2018
Manager: Jesse V. Johnson
Stars: Scott Adkins, Tony Todd, Michael Paré, Louis Mandylor, Selina Lo, Vladimir Kulich
Rating: NR
Runtime: 97 minutes

Playing out similar an escalating serial of boss battles throughout 50.A.'south seedier side, impossibly dependable action director Jesse V. Johnson'south The Debt Collector follows a cash-strapped Republic of iraq-vet-turned-martial-arts-instructor, French (Johnson mainstay Scott Adkins), trying to keep his dojo adrift by making a few drove runs for a local mobster (Vladimir Kulich). As French learns about the vocation of sleazebag-on-sleazebag violence alongside perpetually clammy Sue (Louis Mandylor), a long-fourth dimension loanshark enforcer more than willing to let French do all the work (i.due east., beating the bejeezus out of dips who owe their boss money), Johnson compiles a surprisingly wide glimpse of a Metropolis of Angels that'south gotten used to feeling desperate, palm copse limning a earth greased with intimidation and built on casual violence. As such, every encounter—in which French pummels increasingly unpummelable human edifices, whatever room they fight within just torn to pieces—could be French's last, the moral implications of his task catching upward to him with every shattered jaw or devastated neckband bone. Choreographed by Luke LaFontaine, the battles within lack the grace of many of Johnson's outings with Adkins, simply that'due south probably intended: Pulling from '90s buddy action flicks and inching at a sweaty homage that lands somewhere between Tony Scott and Luc Besson, Johnson can't aid just capture Adkins in motion with an intuition, pace and sense of place that lifts The Debt Collector from VOD time-filler to yet another microbudget triumph care of i of all-time action auteurs we've got working right now. —Dom Sinacola

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The Dark Comes for Us

Year: 2018
Managing director: Timo Tjahjanto
Stars: Joe Taslim, Iko Uwais, Julie Estelle, Sonny Pang
Rating: NR
Runtime: 121 minutes

While Gareth Evans confounded fans of The Raid movies by giving them a British folk horror film (but a darn adept one) this twelvemonth, Timo Tjahjanto's The Night Comes for Us scratches that Indonesian ultra-fierce activeness itch. Furiously. Then stabs a shard of cow femur through it. Come for the violence, The Night Comes for The states bids you—and, also, stay for the violence. Finally, go out because of the violence. If that sounds grueling, don't worry, information technology is. You lot could say it's part of the betoken, but that might be projecting good intentions on a film that seems to care little for what's paving the highway to hell. It'southward got pedal to metal and headed correct down the gullet of the abyss. It's also got the best choreographed and constructed combat sequences of the year, and plenty of them, and they actually get better as the movie goes forth. There's a scene where Joe Taslim'south anti-hero protagonist takes on a team within a van, the film using the confines to compress the os-crushing, like an action compactor. Other scenes are expansive in their controlled anarchy and cartoonish blood-letting, similar Streets of Rage levels, come to all-as well-vivid life: the butcher shop level, the car garage level and a really cool later level where y'all play as a dope alternating character and have on a deadly sub-boss duo who accept specialized weapons and styles and—no, seriously, this movie is a videogame. You'll forget yous weren't playing it, then intensely volition you feel a part of its brutality and and so tapped out you'll feel once yous vanquish the final boss, who happens to exist The Raid-star Iko Uwais with a box-cutter. It'south exceptionally painful and information technology goes on forever. Despite a storyline that'due south basically simply an excuse for emotional involvement (Taslim's grapheme is trying to protect a cute little daughter from the Triad and has a lost-brotherhood bit with Uwais'due south graphic symbol) and, more than than that, an like shooting fish in a barrel fashion to set activity scenes on top of action scenes, there'south something about the conclusion of The Night Comes For United states that still strikes some sort of nerve of pathos, despite being more often than not unearned in any traditional dramatic sense. Take information technology as a attestation to the raw power of the visceral: A sure breed of cinematic action—as if past laws of physics—demands a reaction. —Chad Betz

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Avengement

Year: 2019
Director: Jesse V. Johnson
Stars: Scott Adkins, Craig Fairbrass, Thomas Turgoose
Rating: NR
Runtime: 87 minutes

The second of three films directed by Jesse V. Johnson released in 2019, Avengement is equally crystalline, equally empirically precise, equally micro-budget VOD martial arts activeness can aspire. With that kind of prolificacy, a journeyman manager's jump to exercise something right—which would be a valid cess, were everything Johnson's done non so undeniably solid. Thanks goes, of course, to Johnson's muse, Barbarous Anatomy Scott Adkins, a flawlessly sculpted humanoid so squarely planted in Johnson'southward sweet spot—melodramatic, archly cruel action cinema with enough wit and middle to go out a bruise—a Johnson motion picture without him equally the protagonist doesn't quite feel fully realized. Look only to Triple Threat, Avengement'south 2019 predecessor, to yearn for what could have been, mollified past a scene in which Adkins torso slams a sedan going at least 40 mph. Triple Threat boasts 3 writers and a cavalcade of international activeness picture palace stars, from Iko Uwais and Tony Jaa, to Tiger Chen and Michael Jai White (yet in decent shape, only so outclassed by Adkins and his peers' athleticism he seems pretty much immobile), while in Avengement Johnson works from his own script, winnowing the plot to a series of increasingly higher stakes brawls every bit wronged nobody Cain (Adkins) makes his bloody way through the criminal system (led by his brother, no less) that left him to rot in prison. Every bit is the case with Brutal Canis familiaris and The Debt Collector (both on Netflix), Avengement thrives on the preternatural chemical science betwixt manager and star, the camera remarkably calm equally information technology captures every astonishing inch of Adkins in motion, chirapsia the living shit out of each doormat he encounters, Adkins just every bit aware of how best to stand up and pose and flex to showcase his body. Mannerly character actors cheer from the sidelines; the plot functions so fundamentally we inappreciably realize we care about these characters until we've reached a satisfying end at their sides. Perhaps Scott Adkins is a better dramatist than we've come to expect from our kinetic stars anymore. Perhaps nosotros've set our expectations too depression. —Dom Sinacola

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Ip Homo 2

Year: 2010
Director: Wilson Yip
Stars: Donnie Yen, Sammo Hung, Huang Xiaoming, Lynn Hung, Darren Shahlavi, Kent Cheung
Rating: R
Runtime: 109 minutes

The unexpected pathos of 2008's original Ip Man from director Wilson Yip isn't and so like shooting fish in a barrel to replicate, just this sequel does what good sequels must: Ups the ante in the action department and more than justifies its own existence. Fleeing the Japanese control of his home metropolis, this flick sees Ip and his family immigrating to Hong Kong, where he attempts to fix upwards a school to pass on his deadly wing chun techniques. However, his right to do and so is challenged past a rival teacher, played delightfully past a late-career Sammo Hung in one of his ameliorate semi-serious roles. The film and then sort of veers into Rocky IV territory by introducing a ruthless strange boxer who Ip must defeat to avenge his newfound friend, and information technology all leads to exactly the "If I can change, and you tin alter, everybody tin modify!" finale yous'd expect. All the same, the balletic action sequences are even crazier than in the first film, as Ip's signature pitter-patter of lightning fast strikes are a joy to sentinel as he wrecks entire squads of goons in a crowded market. Suffice information technology to say, this is ane y'all're watching for the choreography and natural talents of Donnie Yen, rather than the story. —Jim Vorel

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Headshot

Twelvemonth: 2017
Director: Timo Tjahjanto, Kimo Stamboel
Stars: Iko Uwais, Sunny Pang, Chelsea Islan, Julie Estelle, Zack Lee, Very Tri Yulisman, David Hendrawan
Rating: NR
Runtime: 118 minutes

Anyone familiar with the tropes of this kind of flick tin pretty easily guess that Ishmael (Iko Uwais) is a veritable killing machine, a man bred to wreck whatsoever poor bastard fool enough to tangle with him. The film takes his backstory beyond the edges of obviousness, though, eventually landing somewhere in the same neighborhood as movies like Louis Leterier'southward Unleashed (a.k.a. Danny the Dog), where childhood innocence is tied to adult boorishness. Headshot is surprisingly melancholic, an actioner congenital to break hearts as hands every bit Uwais breaks basic, characters paying for the crimes of their past with their lives in the present. In several instances, innocent people end upward paying, too: Lee'southward thugs hijack a passenger vehicle on its style to Jakarta, intending on finding Ishmael. When they realize he isn't aboard, they murder the other passengers and burn the evidence, which just adds to Ishmael's moral onus. Odds are that you lot're not tuning into Headshot for the story, of course. The good news is that the moving-picture show delivers in the donkey-kick department. The amend news, perhaps, is that Tjahjanto and Stamboel have outdone Gareth Evans' The Raid 2'south bloated fusion of story and activeness. Headshot clocks in at only 118 minutes and spaces out narrative beats and beatings beautifully, developing the harrowing truth of Ishmael's upbringing without either belaboring the point or denying the audition the thrill of unhinged but precisely choreographed martial arts violence. Wide swaths of the activity movie canon are fist-pumping shindigs that celebrate expert guys serving bad guys their merely desserts. In Headshot, as in the films of Evans, the activity snatches the jiff out of our lungs. The end of each fight relieves the states of our ratcheting anxiety. Coupling that dynamic with the emotional substance of Ishmael's existential woe makes the film a soul-rattling, mitt-wringing thing fabricated with Tjahjanto and Stamboel's daringly ambitious sense of arts and crafts. You'll nearly wish that more filmmakers shot activeness movies the way this duo does—but your fretfulness probably couldn't take it if they did.—Andy Crump

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