There's been a lot of buzz about Miami Connection lately, and I'm here to tell you it's well deserved. I've watched it twice on streaming Netflix, and I enjoyed it so much I ordered my own copy in the mail even though I can see it any time I want online. It's unquestionably the most compelling film ever to emerge from the Orlando, FL film scene-- heck, I'd widen that to all of central Florida.
Drafthouse Films' page about Miami Connection does a great job of condensing the film's Byzantine plot line: "Motorcycle ninjas tighten their grip on Florida’s narcotics trade, viciously annihilating anyone who dares move in on their turf. Multi-national martial arts rock band Dragon Sound have had enough, and embark on a roundhouse wreck-wave of crime-crushing justice."
Ambitious though this verbiage may be, though, it only scratches the surface of the movie's complexity. Kinship and business dealings complicate the narrative to the point where I've only gotten started unraveling it.
In the meantime, though, I've been enjoying the heck out of Dragon Sound's music. Though their T-shirts might suggest that Dragon Sound is a pizza restaurant or something, the boys (and girl) prove otherwise as they clarify their position as 100% "Against the Ninjas":
This scene, on the other hand, demonstrates a cinema unfettered by most usual filmmaking conventions:
My understanding is that Austin's Alamo Drafthouse originally discovered this film as part of a series randomly selected from a pile of reels rescued from a drive-in. If that's the case, my gratitude for this archaeology knows no bounds. And in conclusion, I'm going to post the image below for no other reason than that I just really want to.