Netflix has been the Cave of Wonders of films long lost to our childhood. And childhood was the black abyss where our standards of decent adaptations were abandoned to. I had not seen Street Fighter in over a decade (mind you Im 24 now, so most of these films will be from the 90s), maybe longer. So I cannot express my delight at finding this gem on the recently added list of NetflixI mean after all, I hated the sequel (Legend of Chun-Li) and considered this the best video game adaptation so far. It at least did a decent job ensuring every possible character and location from the video games were copied and pasted into the film, no matter how bad it affected the story. Boy was I embarrassed when I convinced my girlfriend to watch this. Not only was this movie bad, I never realized how much it comes off as a spoof movie. The jokes are awful, the special effects are on par with a B-rated sci-fi flick, and the fight scenes were nothing but glances and quick cuts before a punch was thrown. Then there was that final posing shot with Cammy laughing. What was that? What happened to my Street Fighter as a kid? I was disheartened at such a revelation. I could have sworn this movie was great as a child. And with Jean-Claude Van Damme, there had to be some sort of redeeming value to it. But no, no there wasn't. I had to learn the hard way that certain movies were only popular to kids for a good reason. And sometimes, its better to never look back on the past. It can hurt. It can hurt as much as an unexplained Ryu zapping palm strike to randomly finish a fight.