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Movie Chat: Resident Evil The Final Chapter

This movie review is courtesy of Anita Jo Intenzo. I had not seen the Final Chapter when I read the review. I go see the movie after reading Anitas’s review and was pleased as a Resident Evil fan with the movie. Erica also shares information on her haunting, true tale Estate of Horror.



Resident Evil: The Final Chapter is science fiction, apocalyptic, mutant monsters, action- packed, zombie horror film starring the unbelievably fit, fortyish Milla Jovovich (who, by the way, does most of her own stunts!) What’s not to like!

Written and directed by Paul W. S. Anderson( Milla’s real life husband), it is the sequel to Resident Evil: Retribution and the sixth and final installment in the Resident Evil film series, which is loosely based on the Capcom survival horror video game series Resident Evil that was the first of its kind premiering 20 years ago.

Picking up three weeks after the events in Resident Evil: Retribution, humanity is on its last legs after Alice (Jovovich) and her comrades were betrayed by Dr. Alexander Isaacs (Albert Wesker- Game of Thrones) in Washington D.C.  As the only survivor of what was meant to become the humanity’s final stand against the hordes of undead, Alice must return to where the nightmare had begun – the now-destroyed Raccoon City, where the Umbrella Corporation (the ones who created the mutated T-virus, originally designed for cure illnesses) is gathering its forces to make a final strike against the only remaining survivors of the apocalypse. The elite want to cleanse the world, like the Bible’s great flood, and restore a depopulated Earth for their few rich members who will survive, to start a New World Order.  Sound familiar?

But there is a twist and a chance for our small band of heroes. A projected computer animated child, (Milla’s real life daughter) called the Red Queen, representing the super network intelligence of the Umbrella Corporation, may have a glitch in it. The computer is starting to feel and may be more humane than its evil human counterparts. She hints at a secret she needs to share with Alice’s comrades to save humanity.

I saw this in 3-D and this is only way to see it. My son and his friend, who accompanied me, have played all the upgrades to the video game Resident Evil the past 20 years and have seen all the past installments in the last 15 years. Their take on the movie was this first thing –Milla is hot; what else would you expect from young guys? The dizzying digital graphics were off the charts, the action non-stop; like a video game, and the back story was based with a plausible history and personal link that they hadn’t expected. We enjoyed the movie and were satisfied with the ending. Final Chapter?  Maybe not!


The Reviewer, Anita Jo Intenzo, shares information on her chilling book Estate of Horror.



When Paul Jaeger, Anita Jo Intenzo’s friend of thirty years dies suddenly and unexpectedly, she is shocked to learn that Paul, a writer and anthropologist, has named her sole Executrix of his estate.

After Paul’s Memorial, Anita Jo learns that she has to clean out his house for sale and is plunged into a world of her friend’s extreme hoarding, old hatreds, haunting and a horrific family secret. During the next ten months she and her son, Chris, spend hundreds of hours cleaning out his house and witness incredible poltergeist activity, shadow figures and hear non-human noises which they record and document.

Who or what is haunting the house?

As activity at the house turns darker and more sinister, a friend recommends renowned psychic medium, Laurie, and her team is able to make contact with Paul’s spirit. His dire warning about an ancient artifact sends shock waves throughout the paranormal investigative group and leaves Anita and her son in a dangerous situation.

Read this incredible true story of the paranormal, and Anita Jo Intenzo’s journey of the unknown that challenges the very core of her spiritual beliefs and tests the limits of her loyalty and friendship.


Review Snippets:

5.0 out of 5 stars    Great story.

By CaliReader on April 24, 2015

Format: Paperback|Verified Purchase

I really enjoyed this book. I thought the author did a good job of documenting her experiences in that creepy house. I like that she reported facts and didn’t make the story into more or less than what it was. I also admired her for sticking to what she promised to do and I can’t say that I would have done the same. At the first sign of physical harm from these ghosts, I would have been outta there. Good for her for having the nerve to continue to return to complete the job of cleaning up decades of stored memories and secrets. Very good read. Thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you to the author for sharing her story. I will definitely purchase the 2nd book.


5.0 out of 5 stars    A great read.

ByAmazon Customer on July 14, 2016

Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase

This is a scary story. I have never read events like this before in a book like a ghost giving the author and son presents and leaving them in different places in the house. You can tell that the author is a very caring person with the way she kept up this tremendous project of breaking up her friend’s house in spite of all the consequences and the concerns she has for her family. She is very credible in this story. She really walked into a big mess as well as a paranormal mess without even knowing it. I am looking forward to the sequel and I sincerely hope that someday soon she and her son will get some peace after this horrific experience. I really enjoyed the book and did not want to put it down after starting it.



Chapter 8

Where’s My Stuff?

It was March 19th and it was time to take the dozens of Egyptian, Greek, Roman and Mayan statues out of Paul’s room and pack them in the plastic crates we had taken from the basement.  Since they were all going to me, I labeled them and packed them for storage. For a couple of minutes, Chris watched me as I did this.

“How do you feel about taking all his stuff?” he asked.

I looked at him. “I’m not sure. I didn’t realize I was inheriting a museum. It’s like each piece represents a small part of Paul.”

During that week we continued to go through hundreds of artifacts, statues and books related to anthropology. We had to walk single file to Paul’s bed because there were things piled everywhere.

We also had to do something with the bedroom furniture.  I called his brother, Carl, who was now on speaking terms with me, to ask him if he wanted it, even though looked old and worn. He said yes, and I learned later it was part of his parent’s first bedroom set.

Chris was busy going through and emptying one of the dresser drawers came across a figurine wrapped in plastic.

“It looks like a doll, Mom,” he said.

I took it from him and looked at it through the plastic wrap.

“No,” I said. “It looks like a figurine of Scarlett O’Hara.”

“Here’s another part of it,” Chris said and handed me what looked like a staircase wrapped in plastic.

I examined it closely. “It’s a music box and I think the two pieces fit together with Scarlett descending the staircase. How pretty,” I said.

I put the two pieces on the dresser and suddenly the musical theme from Gone with the Wind began to play. Then something that looked to be a gold flash of light appeared out of nowhere and flew between us and we heard a loud bang. We looked at each other in shock; we couldn’t see anything that had fallen.

“I’m done, Mom, I’m out of here,” Chris said.

Uncomfortable and puzzled by the strange things that just happened, we wanted to get out of the house as quickly as we could. We went to Paul’s mother’s bedroom to take out the trash and weren’t there more than five minutes when we heard a loud crash come from Paul’s room.

“Jesus!” I yelled as we headed back in that direction. “It sounds like the entire bookcase came down.”

We found that three large plastic Tupperware bins that had been stacked against the back wall of his room had toppled over on the floor, their lids popped off and their contents spilled onto the middle of the floor. It appeared as though they had been violently pushed over from the back wall to the center of the room.

“I think Paul is mad that we’re taking all of his stuff,” Chris said.

Was that it? I was startled, tired and didn’t know what to do. I looked around at the mountain of work ahead of us and tried to think of a way to calm the ghost of my dead friend. I wiped a tear from my eye with my shirt sleeve.

“Paul, if it’s you, I’m sorry. Do you know that you’re dead? You died weeks ago and I’m only doing what you asked me to do in your will. I have to pack all of your things so I can sell the house. Please, give me a break!”

We waited and things did settle down. Chris and I picked up the mess and left for the day. Later that night, I checked the Gone with the Wind music box and removed the bubble wrap from the base only to see there was a small button you had to slide to one side in order for it to start playing. So, it hadn’t started to play because I had picked it up. How in the world had it played on its own?


I remembered Paul once telling me that if anything happened to him he would try and get in touch with me after his death.

“That’s a bit morbid, Paul,” I had said. “Let’s get off the subject.”

That happened a few months after his beloved mother died and we had been discussing theology in general. We both had problems with established organized religion, even though we had been brought up in conventional Christian religions. We were in a quest for answers to eternal questions and found that our mutual study of anthropology gave us a wide scope to explore other religions and their views on the afterlife. We both tended to be more spiritual than religious.

“No, really, I believe my Mom has been in touch with me here at the house,” Paul said.

I listened to his explanation and I believed him. “You were so close to your Mom, Paul, and she knew how much you loved her and took care of her. Maybe she’s just letting you know that she was grateful for all you did and she’s watching over you.”

I heard him choke back the tears. “Jo, promise me that if something happens to me, you won’t be afraid if I contact you.”

“Ok,” I said. Now I was choking up. “God, what are we talking about? We have so many years ahead of us.”

“Promise me, Jo.”

“Ok, okay, if something happens to me first, Paul, I’ll try and get in touch with you.”

We got off the subject and never talked about our “pact” again. Was he now trying to keep his promise to me?




Classically trained as a fine artist, Anita Jo Intenzo restores photos, paintings and antique dolls as the owner Past Images By Anita.

In January of 2009, as executrix of a dear friend’s estate, she became involved with the paranormal and wrote her successful book Estate of Horror: A True Story of Haunting Hatred and a Horrific Family Secret, published in 2014. Her sequel, Dark Transference, is due out in September.


Website: www.estateofhorror.com