Trashy and it knows it. Overblown and scatterbrained in its mash-up style and frantically all over the place, Doomsday is pure party-film exhilaration. The sum of its influences-- the sci-fi action of Mad Max, the cool of Escape from New York, Quentin Tarantino-style excess, and even medieval/gladiatorial elements-- thus putting a smile on my lips. I wanted a bit more development at times, but this is great cheese.
That tattooed chick in the still up there was the only cool thing about this movie. And she friggin' dies after two minutes of screen time. I hope I've ruined this movie for everyone, because what a piece of crap this is.
Neil Marshall has considerable level of insanity. It seems like he has slept with Paul Verhoeven before filming Dommsday. And it is also an homage to Ozploitation. However, the cast is a black hole of charisma.