The art of taekwondo and the cheese of 80s music collide in the brilliant so-bad-its-good Miami Connection. It's a powerhouse of awfully silly entertainment and god awful components that unintentionally illuminate in each scene; the smiles and laughter are endless. The film may be a mess in a terrific amount of aspects, but a pleasant glow is always lit on the surface when watching. Mark's "I thought we were all orpans" is a beautiful example.

I nearly cracked a rib.