Pac Man might actually work as some kind of futuristic satire in which our epnoymous hero is the undisputed champion of some future sport a la Running Man or Roller Ball, at least until challenged by his newly divorced ex-wife, whose feminine charm and marketability upsets the tradition of the game, with hilarious results.
Hogwash, that actually sounds like a good idea, although the future sport has to somehow involve ghosts and fruit. I suspect, however, the powers that be might consider saving Ms. Pac Man for the inevitable sequel.
I kinda liked Wing Commander, actually, though I’m prepared to stand alone on this.
And DOA: Dead or Alive had the saving grace of one heck of a lot of eye-candy.