The punishing two-hour runtime ends in a flagrant call for a sequel, making the whole affair feel even more unfinished than it already was.

A generous take on Street Fighter would be that it strives for the kind of relatively innocuous douchebaggery and immature impatience of a Fast & Furious movie.

Centineo masters a style I'll call clown-fu.

It’s a real shame Street Fighter doesn’t fully function, because Sakurai clearly loves the games. [...] Couldn’t the audience join in on the fun, too?