Resident Evil: Apocalypse
The good news for fans of 2002ís top guilty pleasure Resident Evil: The zombie dogs and Milla Jovovich (now a genetically enhanced anti-corporate ass kicker) are back. The bad news: Original director Paul W.S. Anderson has been replaced by first timer Alexander Witt, who delivers a journeyman Evil entirely lacking Andersonís trash poetics and pulp-art visual sense. Anyway, the zombies are overrunning Raccoon City. The omnipotent Umbrella Corp. uses the conflagration to try out its latest mutant monster, Nemesis. Meanwhile, Alice (Jovovich) and some elite fighting-unit types have until dawn to find a scientistís daughter before Umbrella nukes the town. Anderson would have milked the filmís crazed conflation of corporate greed and mad science gone neo-Nazi for every high-junk dollar. But Witt only has one mood/lighting scheme (gloomy/dark) and pace (really fast). Still, he serves up some zippy Alice vs. Nemesis face-offs, while the filmís portrayal of a prone, duped media provides timely verisimilitude.