It makes perfect sense that, presented with a contagious, deadly virus, mankind may be forced to take the inhumane route of quarantining those infected (and Scotland seems like as good a place as any). Where I start to question the plot to Doomsday is when it's revealed that, having apparently found a cure, the quarantined set about creating the most cliched post-apocalyptic society imaginable instead of, say, finding a way out of their pen. And when the virus shows up in the outside world, it again seems unlikely that a shapely young lady in gym spandex is the best candidate to enter the quarantined zone--its inhabitants now a violent tribe, equal parts Mad Max and Gwar tribute band--to bring back the cure. Will Rhona Mitra succeed, saving the world? If gratuitous ass shots are any indication, then yes.
Guillermo del Toro has done many great things as a director, but perhaps none will have the continued resonance of the discovery he made in Pan's Labyrinth: that it's really f***ing freaky when a creature has eyes on its limbs rather than its head, where you'd expect them. Afte... / Continue →
As far as movies about Hayden Christensen teleporting to famous landmarks then standing around looking arrogant go, this actually looks pretty decent. Maybe part of my optimism stems from the assurance it provides that, if a teleporting Hayden Christensen were to even spawn, I ... / Continue →
If you're following the tireless on-screen battle between Alien aliens, Predator aliens, and sensible storylines (who isn't?), you'll want to take a look at this new Japanese trailer for Alien vs. Predator: Requiem.
I think it has at least a few new shots, plus it's fun to see... / Continue →
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'Doomsday' is a Stereotypical Post-Apocalyptic Prison World
\n\nIt makes perfect sense that, presented with a contagious, deadly virus, mankind may be forced to take the inhumane route of quarantining those infected (and Scotland seems like as good a place as any). Where I start to question the plot to Doomsday is when it's revealed that, having apparently found a cure, the quarantined set about creating the most cliched post-apocalyptic society imaginable instead of, say, finding a way out of their pen. And when the virus shows up in the outside world, it again seems unlikely that a shapely young lady in gym spandex is the best candidate to enter the quarantined zone--its inhabitants now a violent tribe, equal parts Mad Max and Gwar tribute band--to bring back the cure. Will Rhona Mitra succeed, saving the world? If gratuitous ass shots are any indication, then yes.
