this be one of the most inept film in term of craft i have ever see . it be so poorly film that it make an ed wood and jr. movie or one of oscar micheaux later film that be plague by continuity problem seem masterpiece of craft in comparison . they call me bruce . make wood glen or glenda . seem like eisenstein potemkin . the acting be atrocious and yet the film be strangely compelling as compelling a watch a car crash . i be not joke . it take some kind of negative panache to pull off a film that be so godawful . i just keep watch and watch and appal yet fascinate . the scene in the hair style salon and where johnny yune be wear a blonde wig and a mumu and be pose a a mannikin ( a mafia torpedo and look for yune character in the shop and keep stab the mannikin next to which yune stand and never once notice that yune keep move to reposition himself down the line of mannikin to avoid get stab himself while the torpedo partner and hold a pistol to the shopkeeper head and never notice the move mannikin either and distract a they be by the shouting of the clever shopkeeper ) be just unbelievable . talk about suspension of disbelief . the scene that precede this one and where a group of african american hold yune and his partner at knife point and yune speaks to them by use a how to talk jive dictionary and be also simply unbelievable . yune wooing of the african american gang member with jive and who comport themselves with much eye roll and jive talk and soulful body movement ( imitate by yune character ) that make the late stepin fetchit shtick seem to ne as dignify a paul robeson in comparison and be one of the landmark moment of the cinema in the sense that it likely would wind up in some tv documentary about racism if this movie wasn not so damn obscure . if there ever be a tv doc about asian african american racism and this could be exhibit # 1 .