Resident Evil: After Life
September 25, 2010
I love these movies so very, very much (as I think I’ve mentioned before). I go into each one thinking, “Surely this is the one that falls headlong into stupid and disappoints me.” And maybe because I have those expectations, I end up loving each one just as much as the one before. They’re slick and surreal, to the point of being like zombie horror techno rock videos. There’s some very pretty stuff in After Life (the slo-mo opening of the fashionable girl standing in the rain, Alice flying in a World War II era plane over a blasted Los Angeles) . The pacing is divine. They’re still following something resembling an ongoing storyline. And they pass the Bechdel Test with flying colors every damn time.
Claire’s back in this one. Yay Claire! The characters survive because they’re competent. And something I noticed this time — the party’s getting picked off by zombies one-by-one, of course, and the survivors spend absolutely no time or angst over it. Boom, victim #3 snatched, right, moving on. I pointed this out and one of my friends observed, “They learned that in the previous movies.” Horror action characters who learn? Yay! I think I just appreciated that the movie didn’t expect me to feel much emotional investment in characters that neither the movie, nor the main characters, had spent any time getting to know. It’s a zombie movie, the fodder’s going to get picked off, we all know that, moving on now.
And I still love Alice to pieces. One of my pet peeves is the kick-ass heroine with the dark dark past that she has to dwell on endlessly to justify her ass kickingness. Alice has one of the arguably darkest pasts of them all (Hi! I was a zombie clone experiment raised in a vat by a soulless corporation!), but she doesn’t dwell. She kicks ass because she can, and she does it because she actually cares about saving humanity. Alice (and Milla Jovovich) rocks.