Given the nature of population overshoot and collapse, it’s not hard to imagine an immediate future where a virus has wiped out most of humanity, leaving the world a desert wasteland where small bands of people struggle to survive without much gas or water or food. The third in a trilogy of successful films based on a video game and written by Paul W. S. Anderson, Resident Evil: Extinction adds thousands of zombies and b-movie violence to the scenario, but I’ve always had a weakness for Mad Max-type post-apocalyptic films. Much like Mel Gibson’s Road Warrior only with lamer dialogue, Extinction depicts a world where people barely survive hand to mouth, but you still get to see all of the detritus of our vanished civilization lingering on, one big dump yard of skillfully lit junk.
As the biogenetically-enhanced
Overall, Extinction is not very subtle. Much of the plot provides an excuse for
Most importantly, Extinction supplies the viewer with state-of-the-art post-apocalyptic fashion tips. Sporting clothes from her designer label, Jovovich wears long horsemen duster coats like the ones you can purchase in J. Peterman’s catalog, cowboys boots that lace up, and various holsters on her gartered thighs giving a French twist to Lara Croft’s look in the Tomb Raider films. In the midst of fighting zombies,