Review: Resident Evil

Score: B+

Director: Zach Cregger

Cast: Austin Abrams, Zach Cherry, Kali Reis, Paul Walter Hauser

Running Time: 90 Minutes

Rated: R

I've never played a Resident Evil game. The closest I got was the knock-off Dino Crisis. And while I deeply admire that Paul W.S. Anderson and Milla Jovovich are the John Cassavetes and Gena Rowlands of video game adaptations, their Resident Evil movies were never my cup of tea. So while I have no real appreciation for the lore or the strategy within the game, I was pretty excited for this take, mainly because of Zach Cregger's involvement.

And my enthusiasm paid off. Cregger is now three-for-three since re-emerging with Barbarian in 2022. It and last year's Weapons wrong-footed audiences early on, delivering big twists and an Oscar winning role for Amy Madigan. This film doesn't have such grand ambitions. Instead, it delivers relentless scares and laughs, even in the same scene.

Austin Abrams – who played a drug-addicted witness key to the central mystery in Weapons – shines as Bryan, our protagonist and the only character on screen for more than a few minutes. Bryan is a medical courier, delivering vital organs for low pay. As has been true for 50-plus years, financially strapped characters are a lot more willing to do risky tasks.

His mission is to deliver a package to Raccoon City General Hospital, a town only accessible through icy mountain roads. And from here on out it's one disaster after another. Bryan is forced into intense, often unbelievable situations, usually  exacerbated by his own stupidity. But this also makes him more endearing as a protagonist. He's not a Navy SEAL or a tech expert. He's just a terrified young adult trying to survive and hopefully not hurt anyone who's not trying to eat him.

What didn't work for me is the film's metaphor of impending fatherhood. Bryan's girlfriend has just discovered she's pregnant and he's not exactly thrilled at the prospect. It would have been fine enough motivation for him to get back to her, but the film underlines it several more times. At one point, Bryan has a mental breakdown and records a voice note, laying out his feelings. The acting is good but the writing lets him down. Later, he has to face his fears and get through a zombified neonatal ward, just in case you missed the symbolism the first time.

Resident Evil is thrilling, engaging, disgusting, and lean. It's only 90 minutes and has no use for lore. That might piss off some gamers. But for fans of well-done horror movies, it's another winner.

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About Kip Mooney

Like many film critics born during and after the 1980s, my hero is Roger Ebert. The man was already the best critic in the nation when he won the Pulitzer in 1975, but his indomitable spirit during and after his recent battle with cancer keeps me coming back to read not only his reviews but his insightful commentary on the everyday. But enough about a guy you know a lot about. I knew I was going to be a film critic—some would say a snob—in middle school, when I had to voraciously defend my position that The Royal Tenenbaums was only a million times better than Adam Sandler’s remake of Mr. Deeds. From then on, I would seek out Wes Anderson’s films and avoid Sandler’s like the plague. Still, I like to think of myself as a populist, and I’ll be just as likely to see the next superhero movie as the next Sundance sensation. The thing I most deplore in a movie is laziness. I’d much rather see movies with big ambitions try and fail than movies with no ambitions succeed at simply existing. I’m also a big advocate of fun-bad movies like The Room and most of Nicolas Cage’s work. In the past, I’ve written for The Dallas Morning News and the North Texas Daily, which I edited for a semester. I also contributed to Dallas-based Pegasus News, which in the circle of life, is now part of The Dallas Morning News, where I got my big break in 2007. Eventually, I’d love to write and talk about film full-time, but until that’s a viable career option, I work as an auditor for Wells Fargo. I hope to one day meet my hero, go to the Toronto International Film Festival, and compete on Jeopardy. Until then, I’m excited to share my love of film with you.