Now, I have two younger brothers. One is a second-year medical student at UCLA. The other is a second-year student at UCSB (Santa Barbara) where he has the reputation of being a really kickass waterpolo player, one of the nation's best.

I grew up more or less on the move. We lived I Indiana and, Washington. I went to school also in Plainfield, New Jersey, where I attended some elementary schools and, a junior high school. From New Jersey. My father's research took us to Moscow, Russia He had been named to a Guggenheim Fellowship for his outstanding scientific achievements. We spent a year in Russia and about a year-and-a-half in Japan, and Korea. Finally, back in California, It finished my basic schooling at Palos Verdes High School. It was all part of the great American, dream. I was student body president, varsity swimmer and water polo player, and also a CIF record holder. Then what?

Well, I was ready to push on. So I spent two frustrating years at USC trying to convince myself that I was to be the Oriental F. Lee Bailey, aspiring to a split-level, suburban tract home, two kids and a wood-paneled station wagon, plus the, passkey to the world of responsible adulthood and a thriving law practice.

But with great guilt I began to spend nearly all my waking hours under the tutelage of Alex Segal, a brilliant, professional director. Segal was also chairman of USC's Drama Division. From Segal's teachings. I went to New York for more intensive training and study. I had finally realized that theater was what I wanted to do, and had wanted to do since I was a boy playing army, cowboys and Indians, in the woods of New Jersey. But the glittering neon lights of the Broadway jungle were cruelly oblivious to the burning ambitions of a second-generation Korean actor.

Whipped, humbled and very confused I decided to spend time in, Korea studying martial arts and attempting to relearn forgotten values of tures and a language that I into a mere remnant.

Hoping that my stay in Korea had furnished me, with a new, more mature perspective, and might also have cured me of this "acting thing," I returned to California and USC to resume my abandoned quest for the hallowed halls of law school. But I was faced with an opportunity to portray a phychopatic gang leader in an obscure educational film. Dreams of myself engaged in fierce, eloquent courtroom battles quickly dissolved. The tantalizing prospect Of being able to pretend beckoned.

I answered that impulse. With wobbly self-doubts, much frustration, many mistakes and doggedness, I realized that I knew maybe one-tenth of what I thought I knew about acting or anything else. The bouts with my ego were exhausting bouts but produced some luck. I stumbled along the precarious trail towards becoming a professional actor. Sometimes the pressure and the frustration seem unbearable. But I'm making it doing what I've always wanted to do. Fistful of Yen. Lots of karateka, experts in hapkido, tae kwon do and even kung fu. Story was same as Enter A Dragon. Played for laughs. Okay!

But I laughed a lot in the original. Bruce Lee was very funny, too, when he, wanted to be. But he was also very serious, very dramatic. Also very deadly Bruce Lee was the best. May be impossible to burlesque or satirize him. This time Evan Kim plays Bruce Lee. He looks all right. He's good in his hapkido kicks, tae kwon do, kung fu and all the rest. He is also very funny.

"Bong Soo Han plays the evil doctor. Klan. Like Shih Kien, the original Han in Enter The Dragon, he has a fake hand. It has everything: a dildo, a toothbrush-not in combination-a hairdryer, a claw, saw and a flamethrower. He was lethal enough without that I remember him in Billy Jack and. The Trial of Billy Jack. When it comes to high kicks, he's a cool cat. In. his hideaway, he had a bevy of beauties and a lot of martial artists. Roy, were. They ever destructive! They broke bottles of Whiskey boards, tiles and each other. I saw Pu Gill. Gwon, Hee I Cho, Simon and Phil Rhee and Gary Gayle plus lots of others. - They "all got together and really wrecked the joint.

"But do you know what? Well, this guy Evan Kim, he beat all of them. Seemed like hundreds. Finally, he traps Klan in a beautiful garden that looked like someplace in Chinatown. Klan used his flame-thrower. But it didn't matter. Kim cooled him off-for good. There was a lot more to it, but I don't remember it all.

"How do I think the fans will like it? I don't know. But people, applauded when it was over, I did too. Hey, man, thanks for the ticket, okay.