Who's in It:
Milla Jovovich, Oded Fehr, Ali Larter, Iain Glen, Ashanti, Christopher Egan, Spencer Locke, Mike Epps
The Basics: Jovovich chops up zombie humans. Also some zombie dogs. Then she magic-power-firebombs some zombie birds. Bad guys are chasing her and the other human survivors. Dumb.
What's the Deal? Unless Milla's onscreen kicking ass, there's not much to watch here. It's a lot of people driving around the desert looking for food. The whole thing smells more like a contractual obligation rather than some screenwriter's burning desire to pump new guts into this zombie franchise. No fear, no suspense, no concern about who lives or dies. Just routine undeadliness that puts the "stink" in "extinction."
Biggest Problem: The zombies the human ones, at least are kind of lame. They move slowly and go "AUUUGGHH!" a lot until they can get someone alone in a quiet place, and then they jump on them faster than previously shown capable. Then there's this whole scene where the main evil mad scientist is trying to domesticate one and teaches it to use a cell phone and a digital camera. Suddenly it's like you're watching Shaun of the Dead and zombie Nick Frost is playing a video game. Did I already say this movie was dumb? It bears repeating.
What's Not Dumb: Jovovich. Not only does she keep a stone-cold straight face through all of this, just daring you to goof on the proceedings, but she's
convincing at it somehow. Meanwhile, almost under the radar, she's become this franchise's queen, kept her modeling gigs, has her own fashion line, and she even sings sometimes and people don't seem to hate it. Heidi Klum and Tyra Banks better watch their backs.
Best Thing About It: The zombie birds. As clunky Hitchcock references go, this one doesn't make you want to run storming out of the theater, especially when they start pecking people into a bloody pulp.