From today’s “Holy crap!” files… they’re actually making a Dragonball movie? And it’s directed by James Wong, who’s helmed Willard, Final Destination 3 and the recent remake of 1974’s Black Christmas? And it’s starring the heretofore entirely respectable Justin Chatwin, who’s actually shown great promise and screen presence — whatever one thinks of the movies, respectively —  in War of the Worlds, The Chumscrubber and The Invisible? And it’s costarring the much-derided Emmy Rossum and… Chow Yun-Fat? This all seems wrong in ways that stretch beyond three dimensions and bend time and space. When I just read about “a young boy named Goku seeking out [sic] upon his grandfather’s dying request for the great Master Roshi,” I want to start punching myself in the face. A bad move for all involved, no matter the payday…