Resident Evil: The Final Chapter
Resident Evil: The Final Chapter is an abysmal piece of cinematic trash. Director Paul W.S. Anderson clearly doesn't care about this franchise anymore, so why should we?
Resident Evil: The Final Chapter is the worst Resident Evil film of the franchise and a horrible piece of franchise filmmaking. Director Paul W.S. Anderson has failed to capture the importance of: any character outside of Alice, the reason why this is being billed as The Final Chapter and how to visually present action so that audience-members can understand what is going on. Resident Evil: The Final Chapter is bad filmmaking, with no heart or motive behind it, aside from collecting an easy paycheck and adding another cog to the never-ending idea of franchise filmmaking.
Alice (Milla Jovovich) is back at it, kicking zombie ass and taking down anyone involved with the Umbrella Corporation in the process. Why is she doing this? Because there’s suddenly a cure to the deadly T-Virus and now she’s on her way back to where it all began to stop the world from completely going to shit.
That’s kind of a lie, because most of the world is already beyond worth saving, but Alice is all about taking down corporate greed, so why not try saving the last few hundred people from killing each other based on their now-crooked morals anyways?
Paul W.S. Anderson‘s latest Resident Evil film is by far the worst film that he’s ever made and the least impressive of this never-ending franchise. The first two films had promise, while the following entries added different locals and a bigger budget. Eventually, the series ended up being a cross between The Matrix and The Walking Dead, with most of the action looking slick and slow-mo, while Alice’s interactions with people were mostly detailed as a small group of good-natured survivors versus a never-ending group of awful people trying to kill each other, among the actual zombies that they also had to deal with.
What kept the bloody heart beating was Alice’s struggle with her blurred past and Umbrella’s hell-bent dedication towards ruining the future even more, despite already killing most of the population with the deadly T-Virus, which turns most into flesh-eating zombies and some into mutated creatures and beasties.
None of this has really slowed down Alice, which has pissed off the higher ups at Umbrella to no extent, including Dr. Isaacs (Iain Glen) and Wesker (Shawn Roberts). Alice has tried again and again to kill these two, yet they’ve managed to keep coming back and bringing new agendas with them in each new installment.
Also, Alice seems to have the worst track record in the world when it comes to keeping track of her friends and enemies. Are they dead? Are they alive? Are they even relevant anymore?
Director Paul W.S. Anderson doesn’t do a good job piecing together any of that and instead focuses on giving us another Resident Evil film that asks more dumb questions than it cares to provide remotely logical answers to. The Final Chapter really stretches things, past the point of belief and past the point of wanting to even bother with another one of these awful films.
Gone are the days of comprehensible action as Anderson recruits editor Doobie White to cut the film into a million different tiny-sized pieces. Watching this film is almost impossible, because there’s so many unnecessary cuts and zooms. White’s hyper-kinetic editing style lent films like Crank and Gamer a high-energy vibe that gelled with the vibrant ideals of their directors, while The Final Chapter feels like garbage dropped into a blender and then served on used toilet paper.
I tried witnessing this film in IMAX 3D and I regret every last second of it. If you absolutely must brave out into a cineplex to see this turd of a viewing experience, then by all means sit in the very last row and don’t spring for that extra 3D/IMAX comfort. The only thing you will gain from this added “experience” is a light wallet and a sure-fire chance at puking up all of that buttery popcorn you just inhaled during the endless previews.
Resident Evil: The Final Chapter is a film best skipped entirely. Anderson fails to capture that magic of the original films and he somehow manages to make the last few entries feel like cinematic pieces of gold. The Final Chapter also fails to properly conclude the series, which makes its ending note a low one and one that will surely frustrate fans of the long-going series.
I always considered myself a casual fan of the Resident Evil film franchise, but now I can firmly say that I never want to put myself through the atrocious paces of another entry, as long as Paul W.S. Anderson is at the helm. He clearly stopped caring about all characters, aside from Alice (on occasion) and it shows. These films are no longer progressive zombie action films or even female-empowering tentpoles, but instead excuses to make us watch a sweaty and dirty Milla Jovovich wonder the wastelands of a post-apocalyptic America for absolutely no reason at all, aside from maybe Anderson trying and enforce the idea that his wife is the greatest actress of all-time and his talents behind the camera extent beyond recycling the same junk until the end of times.