What’s scarier than psycho killers escaping from the nearby insane asylum, alien slime monsters tearing your pet apart in front of you, and a visit from your mother-in-law combined? Another film or series from Resident Evil, of course! Unfortunately, never because the concoctions manage to capture the thrill of the game template caused by survival horror, but because they are so mercilessly bad and stupid that the brain cells of those looking at the trash pack their bags in panic to quickly disappear from Oberstübchenhausen before they completely die off.
Unsurprisingly, the Netflix series on the Capcom franchise, released on July 14, follows exactly this line. I struggled through all eight episodes and during six of them I wanted to cry into my pillow. In the last two episodes, the tears came, but from laughter. So was it worth persevering? no But at least I can warn you in detail against wasting your time with this piece of zombie dirt that has become a series.
In the following I will share my Netflix Resident Evil experience with you. However, I don’t bother with the stupid dialogues or statements about the Billo effects. The best way I can reveal how incredibly goofy this show is is simply by retelling the key plot points. In between there is anyway irrelevance. If you still want to watch the series despite my previous warnings, you better read no further, because massive story spoilers follow.
We watched the new Resident Evil series on Netflix so you don’t have to. (2)
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Only at the end of last year, Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City, a new film in the renowned horror series, which scared us with its inferior quality. Before I watched it, I thought it couldn’t be any worse than the mess that Paul WS Anderson and Milla “Acting” Jovovich served us up for years, but – wow! – how wrong I was.
A script so coherent and sophisticated that it could have come from the pen of hobby author Ingo aus Schwiegertochter sucht, met actors obviously coached by Til Schweiger and Tommy Wiseau, effects straight from PSX render film hell and a director who either ranked on the same level of deluded-and-incompetent as trash movie master Neil Breen, or just thought, “Let’s see if I can get away with that crap.”
The film managed the feat of compressing the story of the first two games into 107 minutes and still being extremely boring. After all, Welcome to Raccoon City showed that a Resi film doesn’t automatically become good just because it’s close (or at least much closer than the Anderson flicks) to the story and scenes of the games.
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