I realized as the bus passed and her face on its side caught my eye that I have some questionable cinematic loyalties. My disdain for Twilight’s immense popularity got put in check when it became clear that my heart raced a little faster as the letters on the poster ticked the OMG box. A new Resident Evil. Milla! Milla! Milla!
Years ago, I was clicking aimlessly looking for something to still my hand and mind, when I came upon some cable channel that figured out a new way to steal a couple of hours of my time, repeatedly.
(Sci-Fi+Action-y+GunsandZombies) x MILLA + 1/8 CausticMichelleRodriguez vs. TheMan/TheSystem/TheCompany = Fun Times!
So, I watched. Kinda liked. And watched, again. Kinda loved.
Are we talking 5stars on Netflix? Come on, now. No. I don’t expect a “cinematic tour de force” from Resident Evil; I expect a good time. Have they even all been that? Well, actually, no. But it’s the possibility that it could be as good a whole as all the kick-ass elements that sucks me in. I guess in some ways I just want the first five minutes of the Matrix repeated in different ways with different people for 90 minutes.
I dig the Resident Evil series. I just do. I want to see some girl kicking zombie tail and going after “The Man” for causing the destruction of, you know, errything. Unless there is something so disturbing that it makes me uncomfortable and it unwatchable, besides Ashanti*, I’m in.
This thing I have for Resident Evil, is it Twilight tent and sleeping bag love? Enough to spend days in line for tickets or something? Ummm, I don’t do that. Or let’s be clearer, the last time I slept out for tickets Prince hadn’t changed his name yet and he could get me to do anything.
It’s funny how I start to overthink the fact that I just like something. It’s as if scary fun can’t be enough and I’ve got to slag the object of my affection a bit in the process. How can I have “No Shame,” yet still be trying to save face?
Let me watch the trailer and get hyped again. brb.
That worked.
Yay! Resident Evil: Afterlife is playing at The Arclight. We haven’t talked about how really special I am about where I’ll venture off into the darkness, have we? Maybe later.
Tonight, I’m going to finish watching Architectures 5 and maybe, Un Prophète with the director’s commentary while sipping on yuppie Night Train aka Two Buck Chuck. But, for real, can it be Friday? Now.
Nikki♥
(*Sorry, Ashanti. See Resident Evil:Extinction)
Since I’m feeling all open, I’ll admit to my other head-scratcher and publicly pout about the ones that did me wrong.
Another Questionable Allegiance & A Couple of Painful Betrayals
Underworld: Yes. Period. Umm, Hi Kate. Can you tell Bill I said, “Hey?”
Alien/Aliens: Nothing exists in my world post-Fincher. And that one hurt. Alien vs. huh? Seriously, why? And please don’t even think about a prequel. Please.
Hellraiser: After Pinhead In Space aka Hellraiser IV:Bloodline, I got off that ride. So did the everyone else. Hello, Direct-to-Video.
Mission: Impossible to get me back into a theater. Wait… Did you say Simon Pegg?