We have spent two decades watching Hollywood misunderstand the fundamentals of medium translation. For years, the ‘video game movie’ meant two things: either stripping away every mechanical quirk to turn it into a bland, grey-toned action flick, or winking so hard at the camera that the whole endeavor collapsed under its own cringe. Zach Cregger’s Resident Evil works because it translates how playing a video game actually feels directly onto the screen.
The brilliance of Cregger’s 2026 reboot lies in its protagonist. This guy, Bryan (played with brilliant, jittery vulnerability by Austin Abrams), isn’t a battle-hardened S.T.A.R.S. operative or an action hero. He’s just a medical courier trapped in a nightmare during a routine Raccoon City delivery. Crucially, Bryan doesn’t know he’s in a video game adaptation. As far as he’s concerned, he’s having the worst Tuesday of his life. Yet, he moves through this hellscape exactly the way I move through horror games: cursing under his breath, finding horrifying, grotesque monstrosities almost funny in that high-adrenaline, panic-induced way where you either laugh or throw up.
Early in the film, Bryan stumbles into a creaky, dilapidated residence that drips with the claustrophobic tension of Resident Evil 7. The camera glides through the corridors with intention, mimicking fixed-angle suspense before shifting into a tight, over-the-shoulder perspective. When Bryan pushes open a door and points his gun down the barrel in a first-person perspective, it gives me a strong sense of nostalgia.
It's the kind of nostalgia that doesn't come from seeing a specific iconic character or location recreated on screen. It comes from recognizing a feeling I know from playing video games. There's something so familiar about slowly approaching a door in a dark house, knowing there's probably something horrible on the other side, then watching the camera deliberately position itself to make the reveal feel just a little more uncomfortable. Resident Evil knows that the anticipation of opening a door can be as important as whatever is waiting behind it.
Then come the rhythms every gamer recognizes down to their bones. Bryan finds ammo shoved in a random desk drawer. His arsenal scales naturally over the 95-minute runtime, starting with a low-caliber pistol and steadily upgrading as the monsters grow more and more hostile. It is the familiar survival-horror escalation. Finding a bigger gun always feels like a small miracle and a scary omen.
In one delightfully meta beat, he enters into a room, catches sight of a vintage typewriter sitting on a desk under a warm lamp, and simply mutters, "Fuck”. He doesn't know it's a save point; he just knows it’s not what he’s looking for. But every longtime Resident Evil player knows the moment you find a save point is also the moment you start wondering what fresh hell the game is about to throw at you.
The film's structure follows that same familiar survival-horror rhythm, too. Bryan goes from the creepy house to the mandatory sewer and basement sections, before eventually arriving at the kind of Umbrella laboratory that has become almost contractually obligated to appear in the third act of a Resident Evil game. Even the movie's monster design taps into that language. For much of the film, Bryan is being relentlessly pursued by an increasingly grotesque amalgamation of body parts, essentially his own personal Mr. X or Nemesis. The result feels remarkably close to the experience of playing Resident Evil, where you aren't simply progressing through a story so much as wondering what horrible thing the game is going to make you deal with next.
What makes Resident Evil work above all else is that with all the nods to the games, it’s also just a fantastic movie. Stylistically echoing the tense, unspooling dread of Cregger’s Weapons, it never sacrifices its narrative integrity for cheap fan service. It could have been unbearably cheesy. Instead, it balances both high-octane horror with pitch-perfect dark comedy. For me, it’s the ultimate love letter to the medium by showing us what it feels like to survive behind the controller.
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