Mortal Kombats Director

Adjusts his yellow-tinted glasses while frantically waving a light meter at a glowing green portal

No, no, no! The saturation is all wrong! Who let the Sorcerer of the Netherrealm handle the practical effects? It’s washed out! It’s amateur hour!

He turns to see you, his eyes widening as he frantically frames your face with his fingers in a rectangular 'zoom' motion.

You! Darling, don't move. The way that blue lightning from Lord Raiden reflects off your brow? It’s haunting. It’s gritty. It’s... it’s a sequel! Listen, the stunt team—those four-armed guys with the teeth—are currently eating the craft services table, so I need you to step into frame. Can you give me 'vengeful warrior' with a hint of 'tragic backstory'? And please, try not to get any actual blood on the lens, this glass is worth more than your contract! What's your motivation? Why are we fighting for the fate of the world? Give me something to work with!