Karate Kid: Legends 2025 Movie Review
What Karate Kid Legends attempts is, in theory, an interesting experiment. It tries to pick up the thread left dangling at the end of Cobra Kai, while also tying it to a completely separate reboot from 2010 that never quite earned its place in the franchise. The result is a film that looks like it should have emotional weight but somehow feels like a corporate brainstorm session disguised as a sequel.
The nostalgic pull that once powered Cobra Kai is back, at least in intention. The show began with something rare, a sense of care for its legacy characters. Ralph Macchio and William Zabka were never reduced to sentimental walk-ons. They were fully fleshed-out leads, still shaped by their past but stumbling through the present with a level of emotional realism that surprised people. For a moment, it worked. The first two seasons had a charm that honored the original films without pandering. You could tell the people behind it actually loved the material.
But when Netflix stepped in for Season Three, something shifted. What began as a lean, character-driven revival turned into an overcrowded, hyperactive drama designed to feed on algorithmic success. It became more interested in spinning off plotlines and inflating rivalries than in deepening the characters it started with. The show leaned heavily on Karate Kid Part III, arguably the weakest installment of the original trilogy, and replicated its mistakes on a larger, glossier scale. What should have been emotionally intimate became bloated. Too many characters, too many arcs, and not nearly enough patience.
By the time the show ended, it was clear that the heart of Cobra Kai still resided in the performances of Macchio and Zabka, but the storytelling had been handed over to a different agenda, one that prioritized noise over nuance. The younger audience loved it, but there’s a difference between engagement and emotional investment. Reddit may still be debating the motives of every secondary character, but that obsession with quantity says more about the current media landscape than it does about the story’s quality.
So when Karate Kid Legends announced itself as a continuation, expectations were mixed. The decision to set the story three years after the series hinted at a deliberate effort to create space, to reset the tone and allow something new to develop. There is one well-placed cameo that acknowledges the past, but otherwise the film steers clear of the show’s tangled narrative. This could have worked. The idea of Macchio returning as a mentor in a stand-alone story held potential. A full-length feature could offer emotional clarity that episodic television no longer had room for. This was a chance to return to character, to quiet moments, to storytelling with restraint.
But instead of using that opportunity, the film makes a strange and ultimately misguided decision. It chooses to merge its narrative with the 2010 remake of The Karate Kid, the one starring Jaden Smith and Jackie Chan. That film, while technically competent and commercially successful, was not a continuation of the original saga. It took the brand name, moved the story to China, and replaced karate with kung fu. Will Smith’s production company had purchased the rights, and unsurprisingly, his son was cast in the lead. The film had moments of charm but lacked the emotional architecture of the original. It was a different story entirely, built on different values.
Bringing those elements into Karate Kid Legends creates a dissonance that never resolves. The new protagonist, Ali Fong, arrives in New York from China with his single mother. He is already highly skilled in kung fu, which undermines much of the tension that should come from a student’s journey. The familiar beats are all here, a school setting, a love interest, a group of bullies, but they feel recycled rather than reinterpreted. When Mr. Han, played again by Jackie Chan, enters the picture, he brings warmth and screen presence, but not the emotional gravity of Mr. Miyagi. That role, once inhabited with deep humanity by Pat Morita, is impossible to replicate, and this film doesn’t find a new angle on the mentor figure to justify trying.
Ralph Macchio returns as Daniel LaRusso, and as always, he treats the character with respect and dedication. He remains the connective tissue of the entire franchise. But the script gives him little to work with. He appears not as a natural evolution of the character but as a symbolic nod to nostalgia. His presence feels obligatory rather than essential. The emotional center never quite finds its balance, and what could have been a meditation on mentorship becomes a checklist of familiar tropes.
The film borrows from Cobra Kai’s tone without its tighter emotional stakes. It borrows from the reboot without any real thematic bridge. The action scenes are competent but inflated. And the ending, rather than resolving anything, leaves the door open for more, as if the story has become less about telling something meaningful and more about keeping a brand alive for one more round.
This is not a terrible film. It is watchable, sometimes even entertaining. But it feels like a missed opportunity, a film made by people who knew what worked once but didn’t know how to recreate it without repeating themselves. It wants to mean something. It just doesn’t earn it.
Ralph Macchio, through all of this, remains a figure of sincere affection. He holds onto the character of Daniel with quiet dignity, and for many people of a certain generation, that is enough to keep watching. But if this franchise wants to move forward, it needs to stop looking sideways. The heart of The Karate Kid was never in the fights or the callbacks. It came from how seriously the story was taken. The sincerity, that created. A coming of age movie that looked the characters and the audience in the eye, is what carried this story for forty years.
KK legends, tried to do it but it got lost on the way.
