CREEPORAMA: Emotional Fatality (Mortal Kombat & Mortal Kombat: Annihilation)

Your favorite sleep-deprived monsters return this week to dive headfirst into Mortal Kombat (1995), directed by Paul W.S. Anderson, and its chaotic little gremlin cousin Mortal Kombat: Annihilation (1997), directed by John R. Leonetti. What begins as nostalgic love for flying bicycle kicks, techno bangers, and flawless ’90s vibes quickly mutates into a full-scale emotional fatality.

We lovingly scream about how the first Mortal Kombat is still a beautiful, dumb, perfect arcade fever dream where every punch sounds like someone slapping a rotisserie chicken and every slow-motion kick feels like cinema history. Paul W.S. Anderson gave us glowing eyes, practical sets, unforgettable character entrances, and a soundtrack that could legally be classified as a controlled substance. This movie didn’t just raise us — it babysat us while our parents were in Blockbuster arguing about late fees.

Then… we willingly walk into the Outworld disaster zone that is Mortal Kombat: Annihilation. Directed by John R. Leonetti, this sequel bravely asks the question: “What if we replaced half the cast, forgot how physics works, and spent the entire budget on Party City cosplay and unfinished CGI dragons?”

We spiral into madness over:
•Johnny Cage getting deleted faster than a bad tweet
•Raiden turning into a dust cloud instead of, you know, lightning (sir???)
•Random characters popping in like cursed Pokémon cards
•Animalities happening whenever they feel emotionally ready
•A centaur that may or may not be two American Gladiators sewn together in a garage

At some point the episode completely derails into debates about centaur anatomy, bad sequel trauma, why Scorpion keeps shooting demon snakes instead of a perfectly good spike-on-a-rope, and how this movie taught us — as children — that sometimes art hurts you on purpose.

Through laughter, yelling, nostalgic joy, and light emotional damage, we celebrate what makes the Mortal Kombat movie franchise endlessly rewatchable: insane fight choreography, iconic characters, wildly questionable creative choices, and the kind of beautiful stupidity only ’90s genre cinema could deliver.

If you love cult movies, horror energy, action chaos, video game adaptations, and three friends losing their collective minds while lovingly roasting the things they adore, this episode is your flawless victory.

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