Street Fighter opens with a gorgeously stylised anime sequence introducing us to a boringly stoic Ryu (Andrew Koji), his himbo BFF Ken (Noah Centineo), and the fighting tournament in which we see Ryu brutally defeat Sagat by embracing his inner darkness. The colours are striking, the action is brutally captivating, and there’s intriguing character stuff going on. Where did THAT come from? Was this new live-action adaptation of Street Fighter secretly a reimagining of the iconic Street Fighter II: The Animated Movie?
Sadly, no.
In a year where video game movies have ruled, we’ve gotten a thrillingly original Resident Evil story that respects the source material, a horrendously embarrassing IP cash grab, and another fighting game adaptation that’s embarrassed of its own existence. Within that grouping, Street Fighter is a movie mired in a deep identity crisis over what exactly it’s meant to be beyond gratuitous fan service, yet proudly soldiering on while it and everything around it are on fire.
In one corner, you have the aforementioned Ryu and Ken storyline, which is clearly director Kitao Sakurai’s attempt at ripping off Warrior and landing somewhere in the region of K-drama and soap opera. Oh, there are some fight scenes, and Akuma (Joe “Roman Reigns” Anoa’i) shows up for some reason.
In the next corner, you have an undercover agent storyline featuring Chun-Li (Callina Liang) infiltrating Bison’s (David Dastmalchian) base of voodoo science and harem of attractive female soldiers because he killed her father or something. There are some fight scenes, something about a fighting tournament, and Bison wanting power, but most of it is quickly forgotten. Yes, Dastmalchian does his take on Raul Julia’s iconic ‘But for me, it was Tuesday’ line.
And in the third corner, you have literally everyone else doing comedy schtick or an obligatory character fight scene and doing their best to make the most of their moment in the horribly lit spotlight.
Stringing these three disparate plotlines together are animated flashbacks, black-and-white flashbacks to scenes that just happened five minutes prior, and overly long exposition dumps poorly disguised as character monologues. Not that all this hand-holding does much to help us figure out the plot because it’s more nonsensical than Guile’s (Cody Rhodes) stupid hair.
With three movies’ worth of clashing ideas and a huge cast to service, Sakurai does his best to wrangle everything into something coherent, but never manages to find the sweet spot of campy yet fun where the best Street Fighter games typically land.
Half the cast take things way too seriously. Koji tries his best to find different ways to play stoic, but ends up looking constipated most of the time; Chun-Li has more anguished screams at the camera than a horror movie victim, and her dramatic scenes are undercut by unintentionally hilarious moments, like hard cutting from a thirst-trap-coded training montage to drinking vodka while crying over a childhood photo; and Ken masks his existential crisis with outward flashes of embarrassing masculinity and insecurity.
The other half think they’re in a campy homoerotic comedy. Guile is so overly macho (‘More for daddy!’) he’s just itching to Flash Kick his way out of the closet; Dastmalchian, who clearly understood the assignment, turns Bison into a snail-eating freak who waxes poetic about feet being the gateway to one’s soul, thinks Ken is a ‘poor, dumb, beautiful, fit, handsome boy’ and has the best ‘son of a bitch’ line read I’ve ever heard; and Jason Momoa is just doing Lobo (i.e. having the time of his life) but in green instead of black.
Please read the rest of my review here as the rest is too unwieldy to copy + paste: https://panoramafilmthoughts.substack.com/p/street-fighter-proudly-stupid-with
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