There’s an infectious and celebratory energy coursing through Kitao Sakurai’s Street Fighter at every turn… Psycho Power, you could say. And “Psycho Power” is an apt metaphysical concept to have so front-and-center of the movie’s plot, because as Capcom’s roster of colorful and strange lowercase “c” combatants strut their stuff and pull off their special moves in hyperkinetic fashion, the movie increasingly feels disconnected from any sense of reality, even its own. Is that really a problem when you’ve got martial arts warriors and demons throwing fireballs, green monsters with Jason Momoa’s face rolling around, or Eric Andre screaming through a bullhorn at the top of his lungs? As it turns out, yes. But, as you quickly learn while watching it, Street Fighter never lets good sense get in the way of a good time.

Street Fighter gets off to a stylish start with a wonderfully executed anime prologue that sets up the divide between protagonists Ryu (Andrew Koji) and Ken (Noah Centineo), martial artists who’d grown to be best friends while training under their master Gouken (Don Lee). J. Fixman devote about as many words in their script to explaining it as are included in this very sentence.

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