Rashid Irani's review: Tekken

Too many flaying fists

Direction: Dwight H. Little
Actors: Jon Foo, Kelly Overton
Rating: *

Here's another woeful attempt to cash in on the success of a video game. As inept as previous games based films have been (think the two Mortal Kombat movies), Tekken, derived from the mega-selling 1990s PlayStation series, qualifies as the nadir of the genre.

Abandoning any aspirations to plot or character development, director Little (Anacondas: Hunt for the Black Orchid) rushes into destructive, slambang action mode from the very outset.

We're stuck in a post-apocalyptic wasteland in the not-too-distant future. A super-lithe mercenary (Foo, as emotionally inert as they come) embarks on a mission to avenge the death of his mother-cum-martial arts trainer.

Accompanied by a sensuous fellow contestant (Overton), the angry young fighter routs his adversaries in a gladiatorial kill-or-be-killed tournament.

If you are a sucker for flaying fists and feet of fury, see. Or else, ignore.


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