Writer: Paul W.S Anderson
Cast: Milla Jovovich (Alice), Ali Larter (Claire Redfield), Iain Glen (Dr. Sam Isaacs), Oded Fehr (Carlos Olivera), Jason O'Mara (Albert Wesker), Spencer Locke (K-Mart), Ashanti (Nurse Betty), Linden Ashby (Chase), Mike Epps (L.J), Chris Egan (Mikey), Matthew Marsden (Captain Slater) & Madeline Carroll (White Queen)
The original Resident Evil video-game revitalized interest in zombies back in '96; a sub-genre that had laid dormant since the '80s. Its gaming success arguably provided the catalyst for 28 Days Later ('02), Shaun Of The Dead ('04), George Romero's return with Land Of The Dead ('05), and many likeminded movies. So why are its own cinematic adaptations so disappointing? Paul W.S Anderson's Resident Evil ('02) irritated fans by ignoring the game's storyline, brainless sequel Apocalypse ('04) was total crud, and now Extinction arrives with British director Russell Mulcahy (Highlander) working from the third Anderson script. And actually, it may be damning with faint praise, but this is the best instalment in a weak horror saga...
Milla Jovovich returns as Alice, for a sequel that shifts the suburban zombie horror to the bright daylight of the Nevada Desert, riffing on themes and ideas from Mad Max. Alice is now a nomad on her way to Alaska to find other survivors, inexplicably developing telekinetic powers to keep her fighting prowess superficially fresh. And yes, Jovovich does kick ass with bone-cracking aplomb -- as well she might, being continually cast as the sexy, quiet, lone dispenser of violent justice (see: '97s The Fifth Element, the previous Resident Evil's and '06s Ultraviolet.)
After a tussle with some kidnappers, Alice hooks up with a convoy of desert rats -- including franchise regular Carlos (The Mummy's Oded Fehr; cursed to face-off supernatural bad-guys forever?), Claire Redfield (Heroes' hottie Ali Larter), obligatory teen K-Mart (Spencer Locke), personality vacuum Nurse Betty (R n' B star Ashanti), etc. Elsewhere, corporate villain Dr. Sam Isaacs (Iain Glen) is experimenting on clones of Alice in his Umbrella Corp. facility beneath the desert -- swarmed by thousands of zombies above and only accessibly by helicopter.
There's always a jarring sensation between these movies, as neither has led naturally to the next. I'm assuming they make more sense if watched in immediate sequence (anyone for a RE marathon?), but a recap of events isn't forthcoming and I spent a good 10 minutes trying to remember if the climax to Racoon City-set Apocalypse necessitated this jump into Mad Max territory. I suspect writer Anderson (despite being heroine Jovovich's fiancé) just couldn't be bothered crafting a franchise that makes chronological sense, and instead inserts offers an early narrated sequence that leap-frogs us into a post-apocalyptic scenario.
Director Russell Mulcahy -- career highlight Highlander ('86), career lowlight Highlander II ('91) -- actually deserves credit for making Extinction anywhere near watchable. He can't improve the pedestrian plot or bland characters, but he orchestrates some diverting action sequences, and the production values eclipse the previous films.
So yes, it's visually more appealing and has enough schlocky moments to satisfy gorehounds. Alice's escape from zombie dogs, an attack by a murder of crows, a 360-degree fiery camera-rotation, and the climactic assault on Dr. Isaac's compound, are all eye-catching stuff -- even if you don't care about anybody in jeopardy, or the outcome. And the less said about the boring mano-et-monster grapple (a staple of every instalment), the better.
Chances are you've seen the previous flicks, so already know if you're willing to give this a chance. It's the kind of film where they say "lock and load" with a straight-face, and features the cliché of someone being bitten by a zombie and keeping it a secret. Never a good idea. It's loud, brash, dumb and wholly reliant on jump-scares.
The zombies aren't frightening, and the only interest comes from watching Jovovich hack-n'-slash throats with two massive knives, as Iain Glen chews up the screen from his subterranean lair. It looks quite stylish (a sequence in a sand-covered Vegas is stand-out) and doesn't overstay its welcome at a sprightly 94-minutes, but it still doesn't compete with the games' ability to chill blood. Maybe that's why the Japanese have made their own CGI animation, Resident Evil: Degradation, having spent the past 5 years watching Hollywood stink-up their pixels in live-action.
Needless to say, Extinction sets up a fourth instalment that will be twice as ridiculous, but I'm sure Milla Jovovich will be back to pout, chew some English, show her thighs, and high-kick zombie scum. As for Mulcahy, he's been rewarded for this surface-level success with direct-to-video prequel The Scorpion King 2: Rise Of A Warrior. One step forward, two steps back -- huh, Russ.
Budget: $45 million