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Evil in Residence
Sep. 13th, 2010 01:12 amI watched the entire Resident Evil series, minus the new one, this past weekend. I still think the first one is fun and all, though I was struck--repeatedly--with how bad an idea the whole "Let's go in physically to investigate why the computer killed everybody!" plan was. I mean, the computer killed everybody, and you want to go walk into its kill zone to find out why? It's an artificial intelligence! Couldn't you just call it up and go, "So, Robot PMS or what?" No one asks questions until they're in the middle of the shit storm. Okay, fine, you didn't know there were going to be zombies. YOU STILL FUCKING KNEW THAT THE COMPUTER KILLED EVERYBODY AND WALKED INTO ITS LAIR TO FIND OUT WHY.
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hslayer put it, you can believe Umbrella is evil enough to dick over its private military dudes, but how the fuck did they get to be so goddamned powerful making such brilliant decisions? The genius only got better in the second movie where, rather than pop some fucking Dom over the fact that they managed to genetically engineer not one, but two superior killing machines and set to work assigning them assassinations best suited to their individual skills, they decide to make them fight to find out which was better. You have two killing machines that work pretty fucking good! You should be celebrating, not playing DeathMatch! Go take over the world! (Some more! Apparently!)
This all makes me want to finally put pen to paper on a zombie story I've been kicking around in my head where people do not act stupidly. It's such a little thing to ask, right? That people in the zombie apocalypse--not all of them, mind you, but definitely the ones who make it past the first culling stage--not be blithering idiots. Gawd.
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hslayer put it, you can believe Umbrella is evil enough to dick over its private military dudes, but how the fuck did they get to be so goddamned powerful making such brilliant decisions? The genius only got better in the second movie where, rather than pop some fucking Dom over the fact that they managed to genetically engineer not one, but two superior killing machines and set to work assigning them assassinations best suited to their individual skills, they decide to make them fight to find out which was better. You have two killing machines that work pretty fucking good! You should be celebrating, not playing DeathMatch! Go take over the world! (Some more! Apparently!)This all makes me want to finally put pen to paper on a zombie story I've been kicking around in my head where people do not act stupidly. It's such a little thing to ask, right? That people in the zombie apocalypse--not all of them, mind you, but definitely the ones who make it past the first culling stage--not be blithering idiots. Gawd.
