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Resident Evil: The Final Chapter has been a long time coming.
For like the virulent strand responsible for turning this film’s world into a George Romero wasteland, these Resident Evil flicks have remained defiantly and hopelessly monotonous.
If taken in the right humor, t is almost something charming about Resident Evil: The Final Chapter and its utter refusal to offer anything fresh or even incidentally clever.
The movie opens like every other sequel in the Resident Evil franchise by undoing pretty much everything that came before in the past film’s dangling cliffhanger.
The Final Chapter is no different except that, for the first time in six films, writer/director Paul W.S. Anderson realized he should probably give some small explanation for the T-virus and why the evil Umbrella Corporation unleashed it onto the world in a strangely competent prologue.
To be clear, the legions of walking corpses are not the only things rotten within Resident Evil: The Final Chapter.
T are a few things of merit in The Final Chapter, such as the excellent stunt work and fight choreography that allows Anderson to film his real-life wife kicking all sorts of prosthetic monsters’ ass.
In the end, this film is probably no worse than most of the Resident Evil sequels, which in itself is still a missed opportunity.