Doomsday

Neil Marshall’s mash note to ’80s postapocalyptic action adventures re-creates the era’s trashy pleasures with such scrupulous fidelity, you’d swear the movie was unearthed from the ruins of a Times Square grindhouse. Despite the Snake Plisskenette heroine, the vibe is more Corman than Carpenter, with Marshall (who will introduce this screening) treating the New World Pictures aesthetic as gospel. It’s a blatant slab of Britsploitation aimed at lad-mag subscribers.