"Life can surrender to death, but with the right chemical persuasion death can surrender to life"
Basically a feature-length FMV, except all the light gun parts are also performed by the machine.
Any film that tries to bridge the nonsense plotting of Resident Evil with the nu metal rebellion of Torque is probably going to be not great, but the washed out warehouse blend of leather jackets, bleached hair and slow motion dual-wielding sequences is an overdose of late-90s raditude.
At least the horror is heavily indebted to the Italian school of zombie trauma, impossibly slow creatures whose inevitable descent is only ever delayed by the stripping of flesh and organs. The web-pattern style of zombie hordes, where the only…