So, I’ve still been wrapped up in The Ruins by Scott Smith in anticipation of the movie, The Ruins in theaters April 8th. I’ve also been working a lot on my thesis. Thus no short story reviews.

I still find time to see a lot, I mean a lot of movies. I love movies. I really love bad movies. This weekend Doomsday opened in theaters. I’ve been looking forward to this movie since seeing previews a few months ago.

Doomsday is a bad movie. If you want high class entertainment, don’t see this one. Go see smoothing else. However, if you like bad movies, remakes, hot strong female characters, and pointing out flaws in the story, Doomsday is the movie for you.

The lead character is a strong heroine named Eden Sinclair played by ever beautifully buff Rhona Mitra. Sinclair is Special Forces agent that ends up leading a team into the hot zone to look for the cure for the Reaper Virus. Eden Sinclair is an updated sexier version of Escape from New York’s Snake Plissken complete with eye patch. However, Sinclair’s eye has been replaced with a removable recording device that plays a key role in the plot, which I might add was heavily borrowed from great movies like Escape from New York and Mad Max: Road Warrior and Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome.

There is a lot wrong with the movie, a lot of questions that anyone with a mind would ask. Where did the gas come from to power Sol’s fleet of banged up cars? Why was there a mountain storage felicity full of supplies that were untouched? Why would a city full of people digress to cannibalism when there is heard of cows that stretches as far as the eye of the camera can see? The list goes on and on and on.

What I really liked in the movie were the characters and the costumes. My favorite was very short lived, the character of Viper played by the accomplished stunt woman Lee-Anne Liebenberg (pictured here on my blog). I mean wow.

Anyway, I have procrastinated long enough and should get back to writing. But before I go, see Doomsday at your own risk. It is fun, but only if go expecting very little and noting more than a drunken sexy mind numbingly violent apocalypse.

From: The Soulless Machine Review