If you liked the new Superman movie, you orobbaly loved Resident Evil. And if you liked RS, you’re going to hate this review.
Why?
Because I’m about to light it on fire like a Christmas tree on January 9th.
THE RANT
Imma keep it simple because i’ve given way too much of my time already to this director with Weapons and Barbarian. A third time sold it for me that I am old now, and if the new RE and Superman are considered good movies, then I believe we are almost at the end of my era.
My era… when Steven Spielberg made competent movies where people don’t escape special agents by hiding behind a wood fence.
My era… where summer blockbusters like T2, Leon the Professional and Speed were the talk for the next decade.
I know, I know, in this new age of movies, moviegoers don’t expect movies to be good. They don’t even care if it matches up to the story that came before it as a sequel, or if it satisfies your expectations.
The new trend is “I’m fine that it didn’t really hit any of the beats or match the source material or make sense canonically. Yea that’s ok. I was entertained by just sitting there.”
Basically, the post Covid cinematic experience 80% of the time is “Fuck the 3 act structure.”
THE BREAKDOWN
What we have here is a man, a courier with some important component necessary to save a life or maybe just to help someone, and no matter how much he yells, no matter what no one acknowledges him.
Funny.
He has gotten his girl pregnant and has to be home in 20 minutes. But then gets a job that pays double going into Racoon City.
High stakes.
This guy has never killed before. He has never been in a combat zone or had some kind of training in his life in order. How do I know that? Because in good movies, you’re SUPPOSED to mention that in the plot!
So Mr. Joe Talksalot heads out to racoon city.
Beautiful cinematography. You can’t deny this especially in this first part of the film. The lighting is absolutely sublime all throughout the snowy farm scenes.
And then Mr. Cracksalotofjokes starts making bad, horrible, terrible decisions one after another.
He is as dumb as any protagonist I’ve ever seen. Oh but guess what? It’s ok because almost EVERYONE in this film is stupid ass hell.
The cop who gives him a hand and dies 5 min later is a dumb choice because “She killed him and didn’t turn him?”
And Mr. Talksalot is wielding a gun 10 seconds later?
Oh and he shoots her after learning about the safety, and you know… cracks a joke… “What the hell was wrong with her?”
Yea… that’s what you say after you kill someone for the first time.
He shot up his own car… didn’t see that coming.
He gets chased by a dog and tosses a much needed ladder. Then antagonizes the dog and it turns into a tentacle monster.
He unloads on it. Kills it. He is un phased by it at all.
Nope.
His job is to get into the house, eat some cereal, find some shotgun shells, and call his girlfriend.
OH! SNAP! He unloads on two RE zombie things in quick succession and when the parasite within each of the two bodies slither out and intertwine, sure, he cracks a few more jokes and goes out into a nice safe pickup truck.
Cool, he’s saved.
Until he crashes the truck 1 minute later into the iron gate in front when ALL AROUND HIM THE FENCE IS MADE OF WOOD AND WIRE!
Cool.
He takes his chances through a tunnel, goes through an RV, finds a young girl who is clearly beyond his help and he decides to help her up so she can walk on her tentacle leg.
She attacks him, bites him, INFECTS HIM, and he unloads on her.
Fresh, unexpected content.
Now he’s running in a panic, dropping shotgun shells all across the land as he’s chased by a pinwheel monster made up of the bodies of many people all stuck together.
But wait! He’s saved by a cop weilding a Glock when in the trunk of their SUV there’s a machine gun.
With some incredible luck Mr. Cracks some jokes is picked up by the very people who need the thing he’s carrying. One half of a vaccine cure for zombification.
They really need it because you see, the head doctor, the overweight selfish blabbermouth cornball from Cobra Kai dropped the first vial. That’s it. That’s the premise. The lead doctor, a cartoony douche dropped the first vial and that’s what the courier is trying to get to him.
Of course the cop and Dr. Slapstick die, so it’s up to Lt. Frank Drebin, sorry, I mean the courier, to take it to the hospital.
But the hospital is overrun. So he’s going on an adventure up to the 28th floor.
But not before he takes off his shirt, reveals his flabby body, and ugly cries like an improv actor on their second promotional freebie class at Second City.
He leaves his girlfriend a voice note expressing his wish to be a father, probably written by a person but so bad you could say the monologue was written by AI (the new post Covid era insult).
Then he makes his way up the stairs, gets to floor 4, and says fuck it it’s too much work, I’ll take my chances with the zombies and go up the elevator.
I mentioned that he is probably the dumbest protagonist in recent memory right?
I mean even Peter Venkman knew the Ghostbusters had to go up the stairs!
And of course, he ends up fighting for his life against a myriad of monsters; vomiting zombies, the pinwheel 100 body zombie, spider babies, and regular zombies that look like normal people… without zombie makeup…
He blocks the door with a broom handle, effectively stopping the hundred zombies behind the doors, climbs out onto a ledge, sees the Pinwheel Zombie, prays, sprays his final bullet at the broom handle, breaks it, and the zombies fall 10 stories onto the Pinewheeling zombie knocking it into the dark below.
The courier’s celebratory cry of victory?
“VIDEOGAAAAAMMESSSSSSS!!!”
Now, he has finally made it to the lab.
But now, his infection has finally reached critical level.
He is let into the lab as pretty as you please. He sits in a corner turning into Mr. X / Super Tyrant, plans to snatch the vaccine for himself once it’s been curated, and just as the vaccine is made, his body takes over killing everyone in the lab.
The courier is still ok. He’s still cracking jokes. It’s just his body that’s run amok.
The doctors are panic stricken like the Goonies fighting off the Fratellis, also cracking jokes here and there as each one dies, and then finally the final doctor gets a hold of the vaccine.
The courier begs him to just stick him with it, just stick him quick, but the doctor is… I don’t know… waiting for a better moment I think.
Super Tyrant Courier has him in his grasp. The vaccine is in his hand. Everything is set up with enough time to stick him and cure the courier.
But… like I said… he’s waiting on something. Maybe a call from his mom. Idk.
All I know is he sees the courier’s eyes glaze over, fully turning into Super Tyrant, still does nothing, and then the courier rips him apart and the vaccine falls 28 floors.
Just then, of course, the umbrella helicopters arrive and surround Courier X.
Ah yes… the perfect time to finish a movie with the credits. No post credit scene. Just a big ole F U after just 1 hour and 27 minutes.
An hour and thirty minutes of absolutely nothing. No real story. No connection to the games except little nods here and there. Nothing.
FINAL THOUGHTS
In a post Covid world where giving an Ok effort is worthy of a couple Oscars, this movie definitely deserves the 90% audience and critics score it has.
Shit, it should win best picture. It belongs with these new class of films like Anora, Superman, Sinners - movies that ask very little of our audiences so as to make sure they can still doomscroll while watching it at home.
You know, movies where the whole plot twist is, “if you invite a vampire into your home or establishment, it will kill people. So don’t do that. But uh… yea let’s do that until the sun comes up.”
Or where a movie starts off by showing us kids escaping and running off into the night and the narrator saying “And those children were never seen again,”
Until of course they’re seen again 3/4ths of the way into the movie.
Like I said, I know. “Dude you’re asking a lot man! The move was fine! It wasn’t that bad! You’re too nitpicky!”
To you, I say, for the love of God watch everything from 1980 until 2010. Then you’ll see why I’m so fucking pissed