I don’t think I need to remind anybody about the significance of this weekend, but just in case: it’s the opening weekend of Resident Evil: Extinction.
I haven’t been reading or watching anything about the movie except for the trailer, because I don’t want no haters dragging me down. If I’d listened to the kind of people who go on about “bad” movies that “suck” “hard,” then I would’ve missed out on the laser-grid-slicing, zombie-dog-jumping, nipple-flashing, Michelle-Rodriguez-shooting magic of the first Resident Evil.
So what if that first movie could rightly be called “barely tolerable” by anybody watching it objectively, or that it seemed like it managed to be good purely by accident? This movie has even more hot women shooting guns and kicking zombie dudes in mid-air, which means I’m guaranteed to be there sitting right next to Front-Row Joe.
If I’m lucky, the shooting and kicking will be done to really loud thumping techno music. A guy can dream.