Something couldn't have come along and derailed my threat to get the Mortal Kombat: Conquest series on DVD, no. Instead I'm out whatever the dollar's dropped to even in Australia and stuck with 910 minutes of a cringe-inducing (note to self: no man can cringe for 910 minutes) reminder that my fond memories for this kind of thing are generally warped by (1) the fact that as such, they are subject to all the precautionary repressions— Shang Tsung cavorting with his camel-toed consort, for instance; (2) my limited exposure due to its unpredictable airtimes in the first place; and of course, (3) the utter failure of the present to replace them with anything better. Like, where's my ultra-bloody Fatality-ful Mortal Kombat movie?