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Summary: Authorities brutally quarantine a country as it succumbs to fear and chaos when a virus strikes. The literal walling-off works for three decades until the dreaded Reaper virus violently resurfaces in a major city. An elite group of specialists is urgently dispatched into the still-quarantined country to retrieve a cure by any means possible.
A shameless rip-off of equal parts The Road Warrior, Escape From New York, and (so I'm told) Excalibur that ultimately works so long as you're down for some relatively mindless entertainment. I suppose if you're going to rip off other films, you should probably pick great ones; this film is a great, fun example of that mash-up mindset.
My justification for liking this movie? It's fun. This isn't any of those genres it's listed as, it's an all out comedy! If you rate this movie low because it didnt live up to your post apocalyptic standings, look at it from the "so stupid it must be a joke" point. If you managed to take this movie seriously you might be one of those who needs background laughter to realise it's a joke.
Promising premise about a virus-infected and physically quaratined Scotland, and the survivors going all MadMax and medieval on an incoming small group.
Unfortunately this rushes through with lazy storytelling and a few too many cheap action-scenes inbetween decent splatter and fun; overall this isn't a doomsday to remember.
*Preview*: #12#, popcorn, story, director-writer Marshall/1.
Utter B-movie junk, but superbly enjoyable B-movie junk. I am recommending this, but don't watch it expecting some huge level of quality. If you don't like goofy b-movies you're not going to like this--Rhona Mitra looks fantastic the whole time, though.
I've never really been keen on Neil Marshall's movies, but Doomsday is probably my least favourite yet. It tries to be brainlessly gory and enjoyable, but for me it never pulled this off. The gore is for the mostpart not really entertaining at all, the action is stupendous and the whole movie is generally quite tasteless. The obvious divide between the cultures of the tribes was interesting for a while but there are loads on inconsistencies and puzzlements over the car chase scenes. Not great.
This movie is adorable. Horrible, yes, but adorable. I don't think Neil Marshall knew what kind of movie to make so he made three movies at the same time, all of them bad. Of course, it also has the most glaringly obvious product placement, which is de rigueur at this point.
Starts off promising, but every twenty minutes the movie reaches a new stupidity-level that makes what came before seem sensible by comparison. Horrible editing in the action scenes will drain all the fun out of them, despite some nicely done gore effects.
A better B-movie than either Death Proof or Planet Terror, Doomsday is smart and thrilling as it apes from and winks at '80s action standards while ramping up the gore and black humor. Still, watching Craig Conway dance to Fine Young Cannibals' "Good Thing" never fails to make me laugh even though I shouldn't. Fine Young Cannibals; get it? Just as brilliant as Evil Dead 2's use of A Farewell to Arms.
So someone came up with a plot for an FPS video game and made it into a two hour movie. It's like a nerd-gasm of cliches; so in the end the only thing that really makes it watchable is to see how many more high school nerd interests they can fit into a movie. We have everything from zombies, to Mad Max, to medieval knights, to car chases. McDowell, however, is as usual stupendous. What the hell is he doing in this movie?
See this, Mr Tarantino, is how to make a homage that doesn't bore the pants off people. Willfully silly and I like it for that. Extra marks for driving a Bentley through a bus and doing the Michael Bay shot at the same time.
Imagine Escape from LA performed by the Cirque du "Sol"eil (see what I did there?) featuring a punked out Craig Conway shaking his booty to "Good Thing" by the Fine Young "Cannibals" (see what they did there?). Now picture a renaissance faire complete with a fiberglass castle, Malcolm McDowell, AND a wizened scribe to boot. What is that I hear? The soft whisperings of a 'w'? The tintinnabulations of a 't'? The fleeting flatulence of an 'f'? Yes, I know what that spells. Doomsday.