Of-Fucking-Course It's Eric Roberts

As I have with every video game-to-movie adaptation since the Super Mario Bros. film, I have been following the progress of Dead or Alive with mild interest. Not so much to find out whether it's bad — the video game characters themselves must already know that it sucks — but more to hear whether it will go straight to DVD or actually screen in a theater or two.

i like the one with the cowboy hat.

"Scathing" movie review site Pajiba has their take on it up. I think lead critic Phillip Stephens gets his point across rather well in the paragraph in which he discusses Dead or Alive's bloody nub of a plot.

The plot is so repellent that I’m not going to waste precious seconds of my life rehashing it. Suffice to say: three women, all of whom are ambulatory tits with no higher-brain function, compete in a fighting tournament and kung-fu kick the Christ out of each other while an evil Eric Roberts (of-fucking-course it’s Eric Roberts) plans to take over the world with sunglasses that can predict the future. Also, Jaime Pressley is top-billed.

Point taken, Mr. Stephens. A ding against Pajiba: Now I want to see Dead or Alive and make a drinking game out of it.