Director - Neil Marshall

I didn't really know what to expect from this movie, which in retrospect was a good thing. If I had had any expectations I would have been disappointed. One thing I did know is that it was going to be pretty wild, and on that front I was not disappointed. Doomsday moves like a blundering juggernaut through the exposition, a simply worded and direct narration that creates as much the setting of the film as the set of your mind; straightforward and coarse.

Scotland is quarantined and left to die, but when the disease shows up again in England, a small group of soldiers & scientists are sent in to find the cure. At first, overwhelmed by the sheer number of savages swarming the streets, it almost seems like this is going to play out like a dry pro vs. con technology-riff, but it never even begins to get moral enough. Instead, after some silly posturing and harsh words, a full helping of fresh meat makes the mouth water.

This movie is not a mess, this movie is a well planned fiasco. All the gritty simplicity, and visceral hands-full of the best genre standards are pulped with iron fist into a 90-minute miracle of visual spaghetti. This isn't a movie, it's an exploitation genre Roman plow unearthing the mass-grave of fanaticism.

A perfect string of crude yet playful maniacal fantasies cobbled together from one part tribute, and one part brinksmanship into a miraculously linear piece of grindhouse delight.

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