Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Saturday, April 27, 2002

Resident Evil. Rah! Oh yeah, that was fun. Go Milla, you rock. Nicely eerie opening; got to the point I was thinking this was going to be Event Horizon all over again and I was going to hate it. But just then, *bam*, Milla transcends, kicks a dog in the head, and it was on for young and old.

Plus, some semi-acceptable man-candy with a nice character appended who unfortunately really went downhill once he got his memory back. Damn. Oh well, there's always Milla kicking zombie ass.

How much of a teeny geek do I sound here? No, please, don't answer that. This is a movie designed to bring out that part of all of us. If you've mislaid yours, you probably won't enjoy it. Sorry.

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