Movie Review: Doom

You walk up to the attendant, hand your tickets to him and enter the theatre. There's no one inside. You take your seat and remark about this fact to your buddy. The man in the projection room comes out of his slumber on hearing this and realises that the no-show he was hoping for will not happen, after all, and reluctantly starts the movie.

To be fair, eight more people joined us a bit later, though this was reduced to six after a couple left in disgust after a particularly hideous alien closeup.

OK, now for the movie review: take four parts Aliens, one part Dawn of the Dead, add a dash of lousy acting, a hint of even lousier dialogue, a spoonful of shameless-recourse-to-first-person-shooting-perspective from the video game that inspired this whole thing, allow it to boil in its own juices for ninety minutes or so, and what do you end up with? An eminently forgettable Saturday evening.