Street Fighter: Legend of Chun-Li Review

Just by clicking on the link to come read this review, together we have  personally given more advertising than Adlabs Films have done for this film. So, with a lack of advertising Street Fighter: Legend of Chun-Li had, it’s no wonder why it opened barely in the top 10 this past weekend and don’t worry about catching it theatrically, because after this weekend, it’ll be announced for DVD.

And to DVD is where this belonged in the first place.

For whatever reason, the screenwriters chose to take the tournament-styled fighting out of Street Fighter: Legend of Chun-Li and make it just an average action movie, featuring characters from the game. Unwise, to say the least, because that’s the reason this video game franchise has lasted for 20 some odd years-it’s a fighting game! I’ll be damned if someone can find more references to other characters than the three actually in the movie, then I’ll ask why you’ve bothered looking anyway. Don’t you have better things to do?

The film looks cheap and should’ve went straight-to-DVD, where it could’ve survived better than its instant theatrical death. The film is just plain bad, if you haven’t guessed by now. It has so many problems, that instead of thoroughly reviewing it, I’m just listing them.

- The narration by Chun-Li is hilarious. She just describes what’s going on screen, no depth or characterization.

- Casting Chris Klein as an Interpol investigator is a bad idea. Most of the film’s cheese comes from him.

- Vega goes out like a punk, despite being touted as an awesome killer.

- It’s called Street Fighter, so where’s the street fighting?

- Secrets scrolls predicting one’s fate has been played out since the 1970s.

- Don’t ever CGI an explosion. Ever.

- The story takes place in India. Where’s Dhalsim? Two Street Fighter movies and no Dhalsim? Lame.

- A lesbian dance-off solves everything apparently.

- If I was a real martial artist, I’d be mad at the wire-fu going on here.

- Bison is a evil warlord of real estate. Yawn.

Okay, that’s enough. I’m surprised you’re still here. Thanks for reading. But one last jab at this film: the Jean-Claude Van Damme film from 1994 was better. Ouch.

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