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resident evil: afterlife

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Sometimes you feel like a popcorn movie, and sometimes you don't. Of course sometimes you do, and you just don't even get that.

Resident Evil: Afterlife is, if such a thing exists a waste of popcorn, as well as a waste of admission. The movie, if I can call such a thing even that, is the horror rendition of the sequel to Charlie's Angels. By this I mean it makes little sense, and is chalk full of Ali Larter and Mila what's-her-name making super model faces and killing things. Not that this franchise will ever win any gold statues, but it seems to be getting dumber. Here's a thought: if your core audience is too stupid and shallow to watch a movie for anything other than the questionable hotness of the cast, then this movie should not be made.