Instantly forgettable but more than passable as a diversion; solid B-movie cheese that’s like Titanic-lite meets Gladiator-lite.
Please let this be as stupidly fun as it looks.
It is leaden where it should be light. It is graceless and charmless. It reels from the painful banter. It is the epitome of empty soulless corporate filmmaking.
Unlike Paul W.S. Anderson’s sure-to-be opus, this one doesn’t have 3D. But there are some painted backgrounds that are fairly hilarious.
Isn’t it all about telling a story?
In 3D. Just like Alexandre Dumas intended.
You will definitely be hearing more about this Luke Evans guy. When I saw him in Tamara Drewe, wherein he plays the hunky gardener, I just about swooned.
In Resident Evil: Afterlife 3D, the 187th installment in the series, Milla Jovovich continues kicking zombie ass in… and this time it’s in 3D! This flick sprang from (among other films)…
Paul W.S. Anderson loves him some style without style, texture without substance: this is all white noise, visual static to make the movie pop more in 3D.
Oh wow! I so can’t wait to have zombie mouth tentacles and giant battleaxes coming out at me in IMAX 3D!