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HERE’S the problem with video-game movies like the third in the “Resident Evil” franchise: no joysticks at the movie theater. So “Resident Evil: Extinction” is no more interesting than watching someone else play with his Xbox. Since no one behind the movie took the trouble to create characters, you don’t care what happens to them.

Milla Jovovich returns as a butt-kicking super cop having a spat with Umbrella Corp.,

the nasty outfit that programmed her.

She’s forever saying, “My name is Alice,” which isn’t much of a catchphrase. Then again, this isn’t much of a movie franchise, either – the 2002 and 2004 predecessors of this sci-fi earned only $91 million combined.

Umbrella Corp. manufactured a biochemical virus that, in the first movie, accidentally wiped out its own lab and in the second movie destroyed the whole city. Now it’s gone worldwide, leaving its victims as zombies.

Corporate henchmen, hiding out in an underground lair, are trying to figure out how to pacify the zombies with drugs.

Alice leads a small band of uninfected survivors in a truck convoy who drive aimlessly through a desolate fried

landscape that calls to mind “The Road Warrior,” Cormac McCarthy’s novel “The Road” and Al Gore’s imagination.

There’s one mildly scary scene in which even the crows turn into zombies, but you can only do so much with killer birds, and Alfred Hitchcock has already done it.

Shoot ’em up, run ’em over, blast ’em with flame-throwers, who cares? These creatures are only there to go splat.

But the more Alice fought the zombies, the more I fought

the zzz’s.

RESIDENT EVIL: EXTINCTION
Extinguish this.
Running time: 95 minutes. Rated R (violence, profanity, nudity). At the 84th Street, the E-Walk, others.