To save humanity from an epidemic, an elite fighting unit must battle to find a cure in a post-apocalyptic zone controlled by a society of murderous renegades. That pretty much sums it up.
Rhona Mitra does her best Kate Beckinsale impression as Major Eden Sinclair, the leader of a special operations unit tasked to find a cure among the quarantined survivors of a lethal virus contained on the British Isles. Unfortunately, that’s where the interesting part ends. This movie had a hard time deciding what it wanted to be, and ended up being a hodgepodge of ideas loosely thrown together to fit into a surprisingly coherent story. It viewed almost as bad as an Uwe Boll video game theatrical masterpiece.
As a puerile dick flick, this isn’t half bad. You have a post-apocalyptic future; a virus; power hungry government agents; guys in medieval suits of armor; and of course, a car chase scene with a giant explosion – a must have in a dick flick. It looked like director/writer Neil Marshall attempted to funnel all variations of sci-fi into a bottle, with an obvious heavy reference to Mad Max and its ilk.
Doomsday was a far cry from his other offerings of Dog Soldiers and The Descent, both of which I enjoyed immensely. I was disappointed he didn’t apply the same focus to Doomsday.
