It’s mindless and flawed. But as a movie selling on sexy lethalness, Resident Evil: The Final Chapter delivers.
I’ve never played any Resident Evil game. That, I dare to say, is the main reason why I’ve always enjoyed the movies. For me, the Resident Evil world is Project Alice and T Virus. No Chris or Jill or Leon to compare with or grouch over. I go into the movies to see Alice i.e. the ever gorgeous Milla Jovovich kick ass. She never disappoints. I leave the cinema wishing I’m one of those undeads she …
Excuse me, I got distracted.
What I’m saying is, I think the movies work. As action flicks, that is. So does Resident Evil: The Final Chapter. In fact, this supposedly last instalment is a small cut above recent predecessors, because it puts an end to a story that’s honestly starting to feel old. Now, I’m not oblivious to the flaws Final Chapter has. There are abundant WTF moments, and god devices just keeps popping up every other scene. (Ammo waiting for you in a corridor, like in a game) But come on, who watches a movie like this for plot? It’s all about gore and sexy lethalness. In these areas, the movie delivers, in my opinion. Somewhat predictably, maybe. But nonetheless, still enjoyable.
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