The sight of the perfectly toned body of Rhona Mitra  in a tight fitting black jump suit is one reason to see this movie. Come to think of it, it’s probably the only reason.
Director Neil Marshall throws together a thick stew of Splatter, Sci-fi and Medieval drama without any humour or style.
The absence of obvious irony leaves the nagging suspicion that he thought he was making an important movie here.
The movie is loosely tied together with wooden dialogue and a plot that quickly loses any sense of credibility or logic.
While it purports to present a futuristic nightmare scenario, it sees no contradiction in having a retro soundtrack featuring Adam & The Ants, Fine Young Cannibals, Siouxsie & The Banshees and Frankie Goes to Hollywood.
Even the topicality of  a ravaging virus striking Britain under an inept government headed by a dour Scot fails to give it any contemporary edge.
My one word summary of this movie is the same as that of Mitra as Maj Eden Sinclair when faced with a menacing figure of her adversary’s executioner.
Bollocks!