Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li

This painful background tale of the schoolgirl master of the really slow fireball attack almost makes one yearn for the days of Jean-Claude Van Damme.

Trades in vital game info to squeeze in as much acrobatics and fighting sequences as possible. Bartkowiak shouldn't have taken the first part of the title so literally.

The Legend of Chun-Li is as vapid and dull as it is.

Proving that there's no statute of limitations on lousy ideas, director Andrzej Bartkowiak's attempted franchise expansion returns to the Capcom motherlode that produced the worst movie in the entire Jean-Claude Van Damme filmography.

A long slog with little payoff.

Neither the best nor the worst of movies derived from videogames, Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li at least gives action fans plenty to ogle besides the titular heroine (Kristin Kreuk).

The strange part of this movie is, there isn’t much street fighting. Most of the characters use firearms, and they fight in the street only on occasion. [...] Perhaps the producers forgot the title of the movie.

Wooden acting, poor special effects and zero fight choreography, plus this film is SOMEHOW an even worse adaptation of its source material than the first film. Avoid!

Can I please stop thinking about this movie now?

It's so bad, it's almost good. But only almost.