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Resident Evil: Extinction I started rooting for the
zombies. If you didn’t see the
first
two movies, consider yourself lucky. However, you will quickly discover
none of
it matters. Resident
Evil: Extinction is
the final chapter fans may have been waiting for (and I hope they enjoy
it),
but it doesn’t strive to do more than please a blood thirsty
crowd. Some people
will be giggling with glee at
zombie dogs and zombie crows, but Resident
Evil: Extinction just wanders from
fight scene to fight scene without much else.
While this was cool with a movie like Shoot ‘Em Up,
that movie attempted
to be over-the-top and cartoonish.
This
movie seems to want to be more of a traditional film, so it fails when
the
movie veers into silly territory.
Writer Paul W.S. Anderson
and director Russell Mulcahy make half-hearted attempts at providing a
couple
love stories, throw in some pathetic comic relief from Mike Epps, and
try to
get all thoughtful and provocative with a portrayal of the corporation
as pure
evil and selfish (OK, maybe they got THAT one right), but this movie is
all
about Jovovich slicing zombies in half with a machete.
You’re either into it or not. Most of the villain actors
are dreadful as each one attempts to be cool, detached, ironic or just
plain
aloof. They might
as well sprinkle some
salt and pepper on the scenery as they try to chew it.
Epps isn’t funny, can’t provide
the emotional
punch needed when his character faces tragedy and comes off as
uninvolved
throughout most of the movie. Meanwhile,
Jovovich is great at kicking some zombie-booty, but spends most of the
rest of
the movie looking pretty and angry, or just pretty angry. ½ Waffle (Out of 4) Resident Evil: Extinction is rated R for strong horror violence throughout and some nudity.
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