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Milla Jovovich, Sienna Guillory, Michelle Rodriguez, Aryana Engineer, Bingbing Li, Boris Kodjoe, Johann Urb, Kevin Durand, Oded Fehr, Colin Salmon (more)VOD (2)
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The Umbrella Corporation’s deadly T-virus continues to ravage the Earth, transforming the global population into legions of the flesh eating Undead. The human race’s last and only hope, ALICE (Milla Jovovich), awakens in the heart of Umbrella's most clandestine operations facility and unveils more of her mysterious past as she delves further into the complex. Without a safe haven, Alice continues to hunt those responsible for the outbreak; a chase that takes her from Tokyo to New York, Washington, D.C. and Moscow, culminating in a mind-blowing revelation that will force her to rethink everything that she once thought to be true. Aided by newfound allies and familiar friends, Alice must fight to survive long enough to escape a hostile world on the brink of oblivion. The countdown has begun. (official distributor synopsis)
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While last time Anderson was intoxicated by a new technological toy called "the third dimension," here he gets rid of it and tortures us with a tiresome, unexciting, and absolutely sterile sequence of shootings without ideas, tension, or adrenaline. Instead, he leaves Alice to perform her parental duties and the other characters to awkwardly explain everything around them, come back from the dead, or be jerks on a whim (Leon S. Kennedy!). Sorry Paul, I've always defended you, both to haters on the internet and in person over a beer, but this is shit that I suffered through outrageously and for the first time I'm not looking forward to the next film.
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There was something to watch in places (no, I don't mean Milla Jovovich in an incredibly asexual costume) and I don't feel that I suffered particularly, but I do also imagine entertainment a little differently. Sure, the best scenes take place in Moscow (the red army of zombies is great, especially the tank driver who has a chainsaw for God knows why) and the opening was good, but despite what Paul W. S. Anderson promised with the ending of the previous film, there were no big epic battles. The ending of Retribution, however, is in a very similar vein, and I'm rather curious about what the sixth installment will bring... but that doesn't mean I crave it.
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Nothing really matters anymore. They only need a generator of random dialogues, characters, locations and monsters and this series could be endless. It’s impossible to rate it according to classic standards, because RE hasn’t made any sense for a long time. Anderson just sticks to his trashy video game aesthetic, which may not be valuable or desirable at all, but at least sets him apart from the rest of the competition in the genre. Unlike the fourth part, the fifth didn’t piss me off (and I’m even ashamed to say that I had quite some fun), and this time I’ll be more conciliatory (5/10 – 2*). I was expecting rubbish.
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For me, this is definitely the weakest installment in the franchise. I praised Paul Anderson for not being afraid to create his own story instead of desperately trying to copy the game, and now this... There is no story, the film offers a disconnected set of slow-motion action scenes interspersed with the crunching of bones and pointless references to Resident Evil 4. It recycles characters who have died at least once in the previous installments, so the most appropriate reaction is probably WTF??
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There hasn’t been such an overwrought, obtuse and primal assault on your sensory system since Transformers 2. Anderson completely ignores everything such as story, logic or expressive sobriety and from beginning to end serves, without sense or respite, one sterile action sequence after another, all supported by the tiresome techno-film of an individual called tomandandy and with the motto "the more slow-motion shots we cram in, the better, they're so cool!". If the previous episodes were too much for you, this one will make you puke. My grandmother from Ostrava, God rest her soul, would sum it up saying “well, wasn’t that some bollocks!”
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