As an adaptation of the point-and-shoot video game of the same name, Doom is more honest than most action films. While the nihilism of the on-screen deaths in such movies is usually vicarious for the viewer, Doom puts the carnage right in our hands. Not that the filmmakers intend to implicate the audience in any way. As Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson leads a
band of futuristic Marines on a mission to determine what went wrong at a mysterious laboratory on Mars, the movie mainly works as a celebration of very big guns – one guy walks around with what appears to be a rototiller – and the sort of holes they can put in living flesh.