10 Movies That Instantly Told You They Were Garbage

2012's fifth Resident Evil film, Resident Evil: Retribution, may have been a load of old bobbins, but at least it teed up an amusingly ridiculous finale to the series, with all the surviving heroes holed up in the White House to fend off a gigantic influx of zombies and creatures infected by the T-Virus.

It suggested that the sixth and final film, imaginatively titled Resident Evil: The Final Chapter, would be an epic action extravaganza like the franchise had never seen - a balls-to-the-wall carousel of insane CGI carnage.

But Paul W.S. Anderson left fans deflated in record time, by basically throwing that tantalising setup out with the bath water and making The Final Chapter about something else entirely.

In the vein of the other sequels, the film opens with yet another "the story so far..." summary - because, honestly, who can keep track of all the nonsense at this point? - in conjunction with a tiresomely expository explanation of how the T-Virus was created.

After this, Alice tells us that the White House sanctuary was "a trap," yet we're never shown the resulting mayhem for ourselves, only the aftermath, with Alice crawling out of the building's smoldering wreckage.

It doesn't get any better from there, either: when Alice is attacked by a monster amid the rubble, Anderson makes it clear he's going to cut every action scene to within an inch of its life, where it's near-impossible to make sense of what the hell's going on.

Nobody was expecting a masterpiece from this, but it could've at least been schlocky fun had it delivered on the promises of Retribution's ending. Instead, it was a headache-inducing letdown.