\[•REC\] 3: Genesis Review

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.