

Anderson has never been shy about the debt these films owe to other properties, which he gleefully cross-pollinates. And Alice and her friend Claire are both pounded and battered with what seems almost like misogynistic glee on multiple occasions.The Resident Evil films are so unconcerned with traditional characterization and narrative that they suggest the abstract, fevered brainstorming of a child at play. Someone else’s torso gets blown open by a small grenade, while others are blasted by shotguns and pistols. A man is smothered to death with a plastic bag.

Limbs, hands and fingers are severed by blades and lasers as well.Īnd on and on it goes: a creature’s eye is jammed onto a nail-like protrusion. Hands, feet and heads are crushed by heavy metal gateways. Mutated creatures sporting facial features blossoming with rows of razor-sharp teeth gnaw ravenously on people’s torsos and limbs. Skeletal, inside-out beasts rip off faces and tear out throats. A woman is sucked into spinning blades and reduced to goopy spray. A butcher shop-like torture room is filled with dissected corpses and smeared, rotting gore. They also dangle from meat hooks and are hung in groups from overhead beams. Gigantic tank-like vehicles tear apart the scenery with high-caliber rounds and missiles. Vehicles get detonated by a Claymore-like mine. We see hundreds of gallons of fuel poured over a massive army of human-like creatures, then ignited. (There’s always a catch.) Before Alice makes her way back to the underground Umbrella Hive in Racoon City-fighting past tens of thousands of drooling monsters and Umbrella’s most deadly defense technologies-she needs to come to grips with another sobering fact: The antivirus will kill everything infected with the t-Virus.įrom the moment Resident Evil: The Final Chapter opens, to its closing scene, it screeches and explodes constantly with scores and scores of human and zombie deaths. And it looks like that someone will have to be Alice. supercomputer, also reveals the fact that there’s an airborne antivirus to be had if someone can obtain it before mankind’s clock ticks out. And those precious few are projected to be dead within days.Īlice’s source for this alarming news, Umbrella Corp.’s own A.I. It seems the number of humans still surviving in the world has been reduced to but a few thousand. And miraculously, she’s still come out on top.Īs Alice pulls herself up out of the grimy rubble and ruins of Washington, D.C.-the scene of her most recent near-death showdown with yet another gazillion slavering zombies-she’s given a bit of vital information. She’s been pummeled, pounded, ripped and torn by abominations of every size and shape. She’s been injected with that noxious t-Virus and survived. Ever since the Umbrella Corporation unleashed its DNA-mutating t-Virus on the world and began turning humanity into undead monstrosities, well, staying alive has been easier said than done.
