Mortal Kombat (rewatch) — 4/5
This movie was made by a boy. I'm honestly not sure if any other movie so effectively captured the 14 year old id. It's like Paul W. S. Anderson graduated from junior high and said 'I'm going to be a film director' and, with no additional training, no practice, kicked the football through the field goal and won the state championship. It's the product of a singular mind! Every decision is made because it looks cool, it sounds cool. It isn't, but it believes it. It's the ineffable tone that I bring up in every other movie review. It's poorly made, but it all fits together. It's a child's papier-mâché construction that randomly, miraculously, when looked at at the right angle, looks like something. I fucking love this shit.
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