Review: Resident Evil: Afterlife

Director: Paul W.S. Anderson
Release: September 10 2010
Starring:
Milla Jovovich, Ali Larter, Wentworth Miller

Paul W.S. Anderson is not an incredible director.

The Resident Evil films are not incredible movies.

But what they do, they do so right. I can’t not watch them, and it actually has nothing to do with the fact that I’m a fan of the games.

The film series has gotten more and more ridiculous as the sequels have grown and “Project Alice” has evolved and thus is has become a lot of fun to see what the hell is going to happen next or how many times Wesker can die but still be alive.

The first time we see Alice in this movie she takes out a large number of armed guards with some some swords and ridiculous acrobatic moves all filmed in glorious, gratuitous slow motion before she fires off some psychic mind blast shit and clears the entire room.

Then her clones show up and you get like ten Milla’s for the price of one and who can complain? Absurd? Yes, but that’s what I’m taking about. Nod your head and roll with it as two of them jump down an elevator shaft, sub machine guns in hand and kill some more nameless Umbrella goons as they free fall to glory.

I’m not going to review a movie scene by scene, but you get the point. There really aren’t any limits, it seems.

Eventually the story focuses on Alice finding a group of survivors while they try and get to a supposed safe area and then shit gets real.

A cool highlight for me was the introduction of the 10 foot tall Axe man dude and the fight that follows. Wet girls in slow motion fighting big scary dudes is like poetry, and Mr. Paul W.S. Anderson, you spin one ripping good yarn!

Seriously though, the formula is quite simple: the always gorgeous Milla kicking ass + zombies = one ticket sold. I’m sorry. It’s true. I am not some artsy film critic, I can enjoy relatively shallow action movies based on video games quite easily. It’s all about what you expect from them

These movies are not modern masterpieces nor are they great representations of the games. They are simply silly, entertaining fun.

Sometimes that’s all you need. Let the critics hate.

Arbitrary number rating that really doesn’t mean fuck all: 7/10

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