Director:
Neil MarshallGuión:
Neil MarshallCámara:
Sam McCurdyMúsica:
Tyler BatesReparto:
Rhona Mitra, Adrian Lester, Malcolm McDowell, Bob Hoskins, Alexander Siddig, David O'Hara, Nora-Jane Noone, Sean Pertwee, Rick Warden, Lee-Anne Liebenberg (más)Sinopsis(1)
Una plaga mortal, conocida como el virus de la cosecha se ha propagado por todo el país acabando con la vida de millones de personas. Para contrarestar los mortales efectos de dicho virus, el gobierno británico toma la decisión de evacuar a cuantos ciudadanos pueda, contruyendo un mundo que separe la Gran Bretaña infectada de los supervivientes. Treinta años después, cuando el virus de la cosecha no es sino un recuerdo para olvidar, el virus reaparece, y el gobierno decide enviar a un equipo comandado por la Mayor Eden Sinclair a la zona infectada, en busca de una posible cura. (Universal Pictures España)
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Bláznivá postapokalyptická akční pohádka, que parodia al final al loco Max. Sin embargo, no me pareció tan malo, toda la historia es bastante ingeniosa, correctamente loca y desquiciada, y Rhona Mitra gobierna todo con su ojo. Otra ventaja: no recuerdo dónde tuve la oportunidad de ver a Bob Hoskins en un papel positivo. Los creadores claramente estaban listos para la secuela, que probablemente nunca sucederá. Una lástima.
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Un mosaico soso de cosas vistas cien veces, sin una sola idea, con escenas de acción caóticas y personajes planos. En cuanto más espacio se mueve Neil Marshall, ya sea como guionista o como director, más problemas crea. Doomsday: El día del juicio es su película más expansiva.
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It's as if Neil Marshall is making fun of the whole world. He's got a lot more money than he's used to and he's totally off the rails. There's a lot of gloriously uncompromising violence, badass one-liners, and a perfectly cracking atmosphere. It has its charms and you can tell it doesn't take itself seriously at all, but unless you grew up on Escape from New York and watch Mad Max twice a year, it's probably not going to work for you. The editing could be less chaotic.
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Lacking any sense of proportion, common sense, and higher filmmaking ambition, Neil Marshall commits the craziest cinematic theft on the m2 film box. But he also damn well entertains us for a hundred minutes, lecturing at the High School of Grindhouse in a latex suit, punk haircut, and sword in hand, in a distinguished British style. Hopefully someone will attend the class and learn something.
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Of course, the editing is at medium (at least), and it's alarming that the director can't work with such trivial prototypes of the characters he prescribed, but I really enjoyed the structure of the film, which is not stupid at all - it's even playful and reflected. It is a combination of computer game fields (de facto 3 distinctly stylized maps - realpolitik London, punk Glasgow and the medieval Highlands) with a plot of descent into the heart of darkness (including highlighted moments of "transitions" of space-time zones - a steel gate, a steam train and a tunnel under the hill). To take it apart a little more seriously: on the one hand we have pragmatic politician-dominated London, in between an anarchist zone of pure libido and uncontrolled instincts, and on the other hand the "science and intellect" spectrum, which has degenerated into a dark tyranny of the enlightened mind. In the meantime, the protagonist cheerfully surfs, does not negotiate a world remedy and returns to where the whole film belongs - to the cheerful, decadent and entertaining-cannibalistic level (by the way, if the action sequences are edited shitty, the cannibalistic pop culture feast is brilliant!). The order of politicians is corrupt, the scholars have gone mad, so the slightly mutilated Rhona Mitra is one of the raffish Scottish punk and anarchists. No great salvation. I'm very sorry that a second film won't be created, where the suits will fight the enchanted cannibals in kilts. For a long time now, no "childish revolt" had amused me as much as the purposefully naive anarchist rebel Doomsday (a luxurious shiny Bentley vs. Mad Max wrecks... a steaming crowd waiting for a ration of human flesh with plastic plates... like WTF? This is simply brazenly stupid and not superficially stupid). Marshall simply serves declining entertainment without pretense - human meat is grilled to the sound of pop hits. Oh yeah.
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