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As Major Eden Sinclair — the mother-fixated law enforcer sent to Scotland in search of a cure for a newly-active plague — Rhona Mitra is a liability. The 31-year-old Londoner may have the liquid limbs of a dancer, but acting-wise she’s as flexible as concrete.

Doomsday is knowingly ludicrous — at one point, we get cannibal punks doing the can-can. Alas, the "mayhem" follows a predictable route. The various stereotypes (corrupt politician, psycho renegade, terrified ingénue) do battle, with the fittest surviving. The director obviously wants to pay homage to B-movie classics such as Escape From New York and Mad Max (two of the characters are called Miller and Carpenter, ho ho). In the process, his own vision gets lost. Sod humanity.

Will someone please save Neil Marshall.

Doomsday
Cert: 18