Resident Evil: Extinction is enough to make one hate what filmmaking has come to. Unlike the creators of the recent Across the Universe, a picture which used advancements in cinematic technologies to create an innovative final product, the minds behind this film employ impressive visual effects as an excuse for them to be lazy when it comes to creating a cohesive narrative. Unfortunately for them, the unequivocal truth that interesting visuals are only able to succeed when backed by a solid story still pertains to mindless video-game adaptations like this one. Resident Evil: Extinction is flashy, shallow, and derivative of nearly every picture about the Undead that has come before it. Its proponents—mainly stoned teenage boys—might argue that these are the only characteristics that it wants to embody, but doesn’t that just make the movie all the more depressing? Frankly, director Russell Mulcahy should be embarrassed that all protagonist Alice (Mila Jovovich) has to do in this third installment of the franchise is run around and wonder if the plot that she’s a part of makes a lick of sense. Not to mention, the aforementioned visuals that he tries to use to compensate for this aren’t unlike those already seen in the first and second Resident Evil films. An upcoming fourth picture in this rotten series seems to be inevitable given this entry’s already-impressive box office take; let’s pray that it somehow finds greater artistic success than its predecessors.