More Words, Deeper Hole

Ooookay.

I saw the first Resident Evil movie with a sort of "what the fuck?" attitude. (Having read George Romero's screenplay--it's out on the Internet somewhere--I was expecting something actually based on the video game, rather than something that involved only a few trademarked items from the video game.)

Having seen RE2:A now, I can say, "Doublemint wtf?"

A couple of cool stunts, camera tricks stolen from 28 Days Later, a chance for Canadian viewers to rejoice as Toronto City Hall is reduced to slag...but it has no idea what its story is. It's not a horror film, because--and this is crucial--it's not scary. I didn't regret the loss of a single character. Superwoman had me bored--you know I'm bored when I'm going, "Hey, she's holding that accent fairly well." It was worse than trying to make sense of the first Tomb Raider movie.

The minor appeal of Sienna Guillory looking amazingly like Jill Valentine was not really sufficient.

(Which is odd, in one way: little touches like that enhance my viewing of things such as the Justice League cartoon, but not here. Possibly because they usually make an effort to have a story, and it's only half an hour, so less of my life is gone (as when they did the Hawk & Dove episode).