This starts promisingly: a robotic dragon lady engineers three superhuman assassins (one Chinese, one white, one black) to kill on command, but when a massacre at a karate school leaves one sole survivor, the cops hit the case and soon the ruse is up. She is constantly accompanied onscreen by an ear-piercing synthesizer, and if that doesn’t make you want to throw the TV across the room, then the lumbering action and redundant filmmaking should do it. This is so disturbingly void of any kind of redeeming features that if someone walks into the room when you’re watching it, you better have a good excuse.