RESIDENT EVIL: APOCALYPSE
   
STARRING:
Milla Jovovich, Sienna Guillory, Mike Epps, Oded Fehr
2004,
95 Minutes, Directed by Alexander Witt
Resident
Evil: Apocalypse is the sloppy sequel to the 2002 sleeper hit
Resident Evil which was based on a video game of the
same name. Apocalypse rehashes most of the elements from the first movie
in an attempt to ride the recent resurgence of zombie movies such as
28 Days Later and Dawn of the
Dead.
Milla Jovovich reprises her
role as Alice - a former employee of the all-powerful Umbrella Corporation - who
has unknowingly become a walking experiment to create their own Lara Croft.
Umbrella, an evil corporate citizen in the same vein as The Company in the
Alien movies, makes everything from cosmetics to phones
to bio-weapons. In the first movie, Umbrella had developed something called the
T-virus that re-animates the dead. This is not to be confused with Umbrella’s
Regenerate skin moisturizer – the product spoofed in a fake commercial in the
teaser trailer.
Apocalypse picks up
where the first movie left off – Alice has awakened to a city in chaos. Raccoon
City (Toronto) is under quarantine as the T-virus spreads. After Umbrella
evacuates its key staff, they send in their security force, STARS. With the
entire city suffering from a zombie outbreak, Umbrella decides to activate
Project Nemesis – a human mutation/super soldier sort of thing – to do battle
with Project Alice. The city has just become a large lab experiment and Umbrella
even has a contingency plan to clean up the mess – a tidy nuclear explosion that
they’ll blame on a plant meltdown.
"Apocalypse makes the first Resident Evil movie look
like high art!" |
Though the first movie was
directed by Paul W.S. Anderson (Alien vs. Predator
director and Jovovich’s fiancé), Apocalypse was directed by Alexander
Witt, a seasoned director of photography. This time out, Anderson only has
writing credit for this mess. Resident Evil
simply doesn’t work as a movie franchise. With action scenes that seem to have
no plot to pull the movie into any cohesion, Apocalypse makes the first
Resident Evil movie look like high art. Given its video game origins,
Apocalypse is more like the next game level – more difficult, more obstacles
but nothing particularly different from the previous game level.
Just as in the first movie,
there are zombie Dobermans and a creepy little girl with a British accent. You
have the added monstrosity of Nemesis but Alice manages to fight her way through
the city along with a group of one-dimensional characters – a bad-ass female
cop, a bad-ass STARS sharpshooter, an annoying TV reporter, and the token black
guy. Jovovich herself comes from the acting school of grimacing pain – see or
don’t see her work in Fifth Element and The Messenger.
Alice fights like Lara Croft but Angelina Jolie is much more interesting on
screen.
There are also homages to other
movies – the dawn scene in the suburb of Toronto looks exactly the same as the
one in the recent remake of Dawn of the Dead (which was also shot in
Toronto). And there’re some gross happenings in a church, just like in
28 Days Later. It’s part of Apocalypse’s
limited appeal that you can point out scenes either paying tribute to or ripping
off Escape from New York and Night of the Living
Dead or even Robocop. No wonder why this genre is
ripe for satire. I’m waiting for Shaun of the Dead! As far as
Resident Evil: Apocalypse – no surprise – it
ends with a set-up for a third movie. What astonished me the most was that you’d
think Anderson would write a really good script for his girlfriend. Maybe this
is his way of telling Milla that it’s Game Over . . .
- Harrison
Cheung
The kitchen sink plot is all over the place, which is annoying since –
unlike the original with its single lean concept - the plot lacks focus. Still,
the endless action and violence is entertaining in a mind-numbing sort of way
and if Resident Evil: Apocalypse should be the third film in a triple video bill
for the evening, the chances are that it won’t be too demanding and you will
stay awake until the wee hours of the morning.
— James O'Ehley
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