Fear No “Resident Evil”!
It’s just another Saturday night for me, sitting at my desk, waiting for Milla Jovovich to call. I know, it’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it. I’ll be interviewing her for the New York Daily News, timed to the upcoming release of Resident Evil: Retribution. It’s the fifth in the sci-fi horror series in which she plays Alice, a warrior who falls into anything but a wonderland as she battles the evil Umbrella Corp., whose nefarious experiments with weaponized viruses have created a dystopia overrrun by flesh-eating zombies (if that’s not redundant), among other grody creatures.
These are exactly the kinds of movies I’d normally never see, but to prepare for my interview, I watched the first and the fourth, 2010’s Resident Evil: Afterlife. And damned if I didn’t enjoy the hell out of them. Screen Gems won’t be screening the newest movie in advance for critics, perhaps because the best-reviewed of the bunch was the 2002 original, which got a 34% fresh score from Rotten Tomatoes. But I’ve gotta admit I’m excited to see the new one, especially considering its witty trailer, which lulls you into expecting a rom-com before breaking out the brain-eaters.
Jovovich cuts quite an action figure, and the RE films—most of which have been directed by Paul W.S. Anderson, Milla’s real-life hubby—have a striking visual style. True, much of it is borrowed from other filmmakers (a dash of Luc Besson here, a dollop of the Wachowskis there, with Kubrick liberally sprinkled on top), but it’s a tasty mashup. If you don’t worry about little details like plot, character, or dialogue too much, they’re viscerally pleasurable experiences. Especially compared to, say, Kate Beckinsale’s dreary Underworld franchise, the Resident Evil movies are a lot of fun. They’re junk food for the eyes that achieve exactly what they set out to do, and that’s more than I can say for most Hollywood movies these days.
So call me, Milla. Let’s talk!
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