DOA: Dead or Alive: Critic Reviews

If you only ever see one bad movie about warrior chicks who meet on a tropical isle for a fight contest, make it DOA: Dead or Alive.

There was a time when movies like DOA: Dead or Alive lurked sheepishly at schoolboy height on video store shelves, spines straining to accommodate the charms of their actresses.

The uber-villain is played, very tragically indeed, by poor Eric Roberts, brother of Julia, and he walks and talks as if his head has been used for kickboxing practice.

Corey Yuen and his writers have adapted their dubiously titled DOA: Dead or Alive from the video game series of the same name -- apparently convinced that the scraps of backstory originally scribbled by the gamers were plenty.

The film's pretty much nonstop fighting, mostly in very little clothing, with the flair you expect from a master choreographer like Yuen. It's awesome.

Charlie's Angels, Survivor, American Gladiators and Girls Gone Wild are just some of the bad influences on Hong Kong action director Corey Yuen's laughably silly adaptation of the video game DOA: Dead or Alive.

Pic is so insubstantial that it practically evaporates on screen.

DOA was the right title for this, acronym-bending or not.

Quantcast The plot is but an excuse for a series of elaborately choreographed fight sequences featuring a combination of digital and wire work that somehow manages to feel completely fake despite the obvious physical exertions of its well-trained cast.

Yuen's propensity for impossible computer-generated slow-mo combat action wears thin.

A metaphorical training bra for ogling boys - along with second childhood Dirty Old Aged men - DOA gives new meaning to females hooking up and hanging out, when it comes to airborne upper body intimate wear and its gravity defying plastic contents alike

This film knows its genre and its audience.

Let's hope some special form of punishment awaits the man or woman who came up with the idea of basing movies on video games.

It's all about as thrilling as watching the countryside whiz by in the car.

There is enough masturbation fodder here to keep many 11-year-old kids who have yet to find daddy's porn stash very happy.

DOA might as well stand for "Dead on Arrival."

DOA is a bad, cheesy and cheap production that nevertheless has enough goofy appeal to warrant watching with your buddies...

While the teen target audience may be convinced that this is exciting, the rest of us will leave the theater exhausted and with brain cells thoroughly fried.

Charlie's Angels 3 it ain't, but big up to director Corey Yuen for crafting a splashy and appropriately trashy fighting flick that chicks can cheer for.

DOA: Dead or Alive aspires to be nothing more than a sanctuary from thinking.

If Corey Yuen believed in truth in advertising, ala Snakes on a Plane, this flick would have a name like Jiggly Babes Kick Butt. The stuff that post-pubescent dreams are made of.

Call it the Guilty Pleasure of the year for me. Hell, it's a heck of a lot more entertaining than Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle.

If junior high school boys wrote a cheesecake syndicated TV show and spun it off into a movie, the result would be DOA: Dead or Alive.

Smarmy, lasciviously trashy, butt-kicking bikini-jiggle fest