Clara (Dolera) and Koldo (Martín) are celebrating their nuptials with a ballroom full of friends, family and distant relatives that no one likes. Unfortunately, one uncle is nursing a recent dog bite which is causing some strange symptoms. Once hes vomit
Dumping the camcorders 20 minutes in for a slick, gore-’toon style, Paco Plaza’s prequel to the Spanish infection saga sees the franchise mutate into trashy pastiche. This time the outbreak explodes in broad daylight at a wedding, with the bride (Leticia Dolera) and groom (Diego Martin) separated by a mob of contaminated guests. By the time Dolera turns bridezilla, gown ripped and chainsaw juddering, it’s clear what Plaza’s really up to: paying lurid homage to the ’80s Euro gorefests of Lamberto Bava and Dario Argento. It’s too busy smirking at itself to be anywhere near scary, but it’s hard to hate a movie featuring death by salsa blender.
Paco Plazas third REC film follows the same format as the rest, but the early franchise frights are missing. Theres some ironic light-heartedness in the nuptial set, the religious overtones are distractingly self-conscious.