Summary

Kitao Sakurai’s kaleidoscopic fight flick is so brash, screwy and fetishistic, it’s either incomprehensible or a total blast I’ll never forget the day “Street Fighter: The Movie” came out in 1994, because I couldn’t convince my parents to go. They said it looked inane and the reviews were terrible, so instead we saw Gillian Armstrong’s “Little Women.” My parents won that round.

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