Street Fighter is best known for being the final film of well respected, Academy Award winning actor Raul Julia, whose final gift to society was himself in a red leather fascist get-up, cackling and flying around and shooting lightning out of his hands.
There’s a knockabout charm to Cyborg, a laid back amiability — provided a movie about post-apocalyptic crucifixions, plagues, and misery can be called amiable.
What pushes this into my good graces is the fact that Van Damme is still trying, perhaps even harder than when he was at the top of the game, to make quality films
If you want vintage Sho Kosugi, you are better off watching Revenge of the Ninja. If you want James Bond with a splash of 80s casualness, you are probably better off just watching The Living Daylights. But if you don’t mind somewhat slack and flawed, cheap action films, Black Eagle isn’t completely shabby, though I seem to be a lonely voice in saying this.