Resident Evil is a masterpiece of modern cinema. You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll scream at every awful, creeping, crawling terror and -- who are we kidding? Let's not delay the inevitable, folks. This movie is duller than dirt.
There is a story, but there's so
little of it that the filmmakers don't seem to mind whether you
notice it's there or not. A group of paramilitary soldiers are
assigned to break into an underground complex, composed of both
corporate offices and a biotechnology lab, located beneath
"Raccoon City." They're not told why they have to go in,
or what they're going in for, and nobody ever seems to question why
the place has such radically serious security devices, such as laser
rays that can cut through the human body like butter, which they
have to either break or get past. Tagging along, forcibly, is Milla
Jovovich, whom the soldiers were told to take with them just
because: she's an amnesiac, but she has flippety-flop,
lightning-fast flashbacks which may have something to do with what's
been going on inside the locked-down lab facility. As it turns out,
the place has been manufacturing viruses, one of which can bring the
dead back to life, with a vengeance. That virus, rather than the one
that offers a cure for the common cold, is the one that's broken
loose, and so the characters have to fight their way back out the
facility after fighting their way in.
The movie is based on a video game,
and it's still a video game, made up of scenes of people either
stalking around or being chased. The director, Paul W.S. Anderson
(who replaced George Romero -- !!! -- during the production),
earlier made the dung-colored Mortal Kombat -- also based on
a video game -- and he portions out the story in such little dollops
that he keeps the characters (and the audience) in the dark about
what's happening most of the time, and the results are insufferable.
When something does finally happen, the camera flails around while
people and things flail around in front of it. This may be all right
for those who just want to just watch something that slaps things on
the screen for an immediate jolt, regardless of whether it has any
meaning or not. But even the pieces de résistance that one
would presume to find in the movie's second hour -- this is about
hoards of fast-moving zombies that are looking for anyone to take a
bite out of -- never materialize. (The movie doesn't even make good
on its promised hard-rock soundtrack of songs from musicians ranging
from Marilyn Manson to the hellacious Slipknot.)
Standing in the middle of it all is
Milla Jovovich, who spends vast amounts of time staring vapidly into
space: she looks like she's waiting for someone to tap her on the
shoulder and tell her what to do. Slightly to one side is Michelle
Rodriguez, a talented actress who isn't given very much more to do
than Jovovich, but she's in there working anyway, trying to create
some sort of character who's tough and spirited. (She's the only one
in the movie whom you find yourself caring about what happens to her
by the end of the story.) The rest of the cast are stuck with
characters that are so undefined that they end up turning into the
"faceless," stalwart casts that could be seen in the more
squarish science-fiction movies in the 'Fifties.
Review by Gregory Avery · Nitrate Online
