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- Movie: Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li
- Rating: PG-13
- Starring: Kristen Kreuk, Neal McDonough, Michael Clarke Duncan, Chris Klein, Taboo, Robin Shou, Moon Bloodgood, and Josie Ho
- Written By: Justin Marks
- Directed By: Andrzej Bartkowiak
- Distributor: 20th Century Fox
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Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li
Move Along; Nothing to See Here By
Rob Vaux
February 27, 2009
STREET FIGHTER Review
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Even by the admittedly lowered standards of video game adaptations, the new Street Fighter movie stinks. One watches it vainly in search of some context to properly enjoy it. As kitsch? As drag-knuckle fun? As an example of what not to do with a project like this? It fails on nearly every count. Painfully. Embarrassingly. In ways that leave one wondering if the principles can ever look their families in the eye again.
The film apparently serves as an origins story of sorts, charting the ascent of the evil Bison (Neal McDonough) and his heroic nemesis Chun-Li (Kristen Kreuk). He abducts her father as part of a convoluted scheme to take over Bangkok's slums, abandoning her to a squalid existence as a Julliard-trained pianist. That, of course, is before DESTINY™ summons her, and she abandons everything she knows in favor of aimlessly wandering the streets. A mystic sensei (Robin Chou) eventually finds her and teaches her how to draw Taoist symbols in the sand with her feet while launching glowing balls of mystic energy from her fist. In the meantime, Bison defies government edicts, inflicts various forms of heinosity on his hapless minions, and generally walks around begging for some brave young Nice Person to pummel him flat.

Poster art for Street Fighter
© 20th Century Fox
Director Andrzej Bartkowiak adopts the basic notion of the Hero's Journey to give his plotline some weight, peppered by fortune-cookie wisdom and the occasional shot of Kreuk kicking really high. That can't fill more than an hour or so, however, which prompts the addition of a useless subplot involving Interpol agent Charlie Nash (Chris Klein, entertaining for all the wrong reasons) and his lifelong mission to end all villainy. The padding goes nowhere--which means it fits perfectly with the rest of the storyline--and the resulting clutter acts as a shoddy substitute for narrative complexity. Fans of the property may sense subtleties which us newbies can't pick up, but the relentlessly sloppy presentation can't possibly do them any favors.
Admittedly, it isn't easy to turn a game based around extended one-on-one fistfights into a coherent storyline. Nor does one expect quotable dialogue, which here sounds like a live-action version of the old Superfriends cartoon. One should reasonably expect a decent sense of action, however, and The Legend of Chun-Li fails on that level too. While the actors seem to be up for it, the wirework involved is shamefully obvious: crude visual effects slapped in place to attain the rough semblance of kinetic motion. The choreography, too, feels as graceful as a case of rigor mortis, and the occasional descent into needless brutality disrupts the fun-loving atmosphere Bartkowiak clearly hopes to achieve. If a film like this can't even beat people up properly, there's little point in expecting the story or characters to save it.
To its credit, the Bangkok setting attains a certain authenticity, but Bartkowiak undermines that with some not-especially-interesting camera work (surprising considering his background in cinematography) and a dreadful lack of pacing. Even the normally reliable Michael Clarke Duncan is rendered powerless. As Bison's evil henchman Balrog, he has his share of gleeful moments (including pummeling someone with a gas cylinder), but The Legend of Chun-Li bungles them all with poor timing and shaky editing.
That leaves the film with nothing the stand on but pathos, misdirected energy and the appalling question of why anyone even showed up for an effort so half-hearted. The Street Fighter video game series apparently has a new version out, doubtless more enjoyable than the sad bit of would-be synergy on display here. Tossing this film in front of the Watchmen juggernaut all but ensures that it will sink quickly and never resurface: a fate even the most die-hard Street Fighter fans shouldn't bother to lament.
Ooh, harsh.
And I was thinking of going to see it this afternoon.