Resident Evil: Extinction, the third installment in the based-on-a-videogame franchise, is also its Back to the Future III, a Western-tinged adventure whose innovations are so scant that the only things keeping the enterprise afloat are clumsy references to its predecessors. Milla Jovovich returns again, flipping and karate-kicking T-virus-infected dogs, which – like the introductory sight of Jovovich nude in a shower, and then in her iconic slinky, skimpy red dress – helps provide some warm-and-fuzzy memories of when the franchise was so bad it was good, rather than just kinda bad. Director Russell Mulcahy’s film (written by series founder Paul W.S. Anderson) finds Jovovich’s now-superpowered – and still irresistibly sexy – badass Alice out in the Nevada desert with a band of survivors led by Claire Redfield (Ali Larter). There, she’s hunted by the Umbrella Corporation’s mad scientist Dr. Isaacs (Iain Glen), who’s trying to find a way, à la Day of the Dead, to domesticate the world’s dominant zombie population. The pulpy good times of the first two Resident Evils, however, are in short supply, in part because the saga is now wholly spinning its narrative wheels, and in part because nothing very cheesy-cool happens. Alice uses telekinesis to fight hordes of zombie men and zombie bats, but all in the service of an ill-defined quest that – despite intimations that it’s the “final chapter” – feels like a narrative way station on the road to yet another, probably even less focused sequel.