Sword of Destiny has an appealingly inventive, unruly party streak running down its figurative back.
It tries to cut cool-movie poses under the pretense of providing an alternative racial viewpoint to typical genre tropes.
This DVD release boasts what’s ssentially a tapas-like collection of extras.
If there is finally a point to the film it is that we’re all human piñatas.
The film is analogous to an overly long episode of Punk’d in which the moviegoing audience is the punkee.