Resident Evil: Extinction: Critic Reviews

Resident Evil: Extinction plays like a flabby middle chapter, full of nerdy details but fraudulently short on the ruined Vegas-scape that ads have been promising.

The third installment in the video-game-derived series of films is not exactly dull but never interesting either.

While it doesn't present anything that is in any way original, it's fast and fun enough not to outstay its welcome.

It's all so much more fun when you're the one with the controller, telling the heroes what to do: Watching this stuff unfold onscreen is like sitting by while someone plays your video games without you.

The action is not so much bloody as bloody monotonous.

The palette is post-apocalyptic America, with generous squeezes of every cinematic pigment from The Omega Man to Mad Max to Night of the Living Dead. Really, the lack of flying saucers ultimately becomes quite amazing.

Pic never really achieves maximum velocity as a full-throttle action-adventure opus, despite game efforts by returning star Milla Jovovich.

Resident Evil: Extinction is no more interesting than watching someone else play with his Xbox.

If ever a movie was made for a quick in-and-out engagement at the multiplex, this is it.

The third in the modestly successful franchise spawned by the ultraviolent video-game, Resident Evil: Extinction provides little in the way of satisfying explanations or, for that matter, satisfying anything.

Fast-paced and filled with brisk action sequences, the film should reasonably satisfy the devotees.

The story and characters are surprisingly engaging, with fight scenes and scares effectively placed between plot turns.

Zombie sequel is just as grisly as the first two.

There doesn't seem to be much other point to Extinction, with its disposable story and its ever-more-conspicuous lack of any original ideas.

Groovy bit of multiplex pandemonium

Rips from as many movies as possible, and fails to even do that right.

The franchise is becoming almost as mindless as the zombies it portrays, lumbeirng on with only repetitive instinct, while all true vitality has long since passed away.

najve%u0107i adut filma je, kao i uvijek, Milla Jovovich

An occasional wide shot, of half-buried Las Vegas, say, hints at the postapocalyptic doom these movies have never quite achieved.

Falha ate mesmo na tarefa de levar o publico a se importar com seus personagens; nao ha uma unica baixa entre os mocinhos que realmente faca o espectador sentir um no na garganta ou simplesmente pensar "Que pena. Era uma boa pessoa.".

The action at times is pretty effective, from an attack by an infected flock of crows, to some brutal fighting in a sand-engulfed Las Vegas.

Fun, forgettable stuff -- but also a (slightly) better film than the reviews would have you believe.

Milla Jovovich does a female chauvinist dressed-to-kill biker babe, while dodging cannibalistic crows. Rarely has mass murder been so dull. Pass the smelling salts.

A Western-tinged adventure whose innovations are so scant that the only things keeping the enterprise afloat are clumsy references to its predecessors.

The Alice you care about most, the one who kills zombies with splits and panache (and machetes) is actually not on Isaacs' monitor and is not dead yet.