I lived with a guy for about a year before he told me that, as a child, he had been the voice of a Dalmatian in this direct-to-video Disney sequel. So of course I had to watch it. And now I can tell you that this is pretty much the only good reason to do so.
Like a very realistic Wolfenstein but not quite as demented, Overlord has gore but lacks the guts to go gonzo and mutate into Cloverlord to fit J-Jabs’ pet project. The Nazis are mean and get blown to bits, but it’s somehow never as exciting, visceral or as cathartic as it clearly wants to be. Plus, I kept falling asleep.
Unexceptional and unambitious, Overlord is proof that mid-budget schlock can have a home in cinemas, despite being more comfortable on Netflix.…