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It only took 125 years of moviemaking, but The Misfits has finally given us the cinematic equivalent of a wet willie. That might sound a smidge dramatic, but after 94 miserable minutes of this sweaty, obnoxious action bonanza, I wanted to scrub out both my ears with soap.

I got bored with this one, just like I used to with the upright version, back at O.J.’s Hamburgers & Arcade.  Real Kombat fans may love it, but skeptics should steer clear.  

 Unfortunately, everything good about this movie also serves as a reminder of everything it could’ve been.  

For all its flaws, I will give it this:  Anna boasts the rare distinction of being bloody and boring at the same time.