God ruined I Am Legend with the most literal deus ex machina I've ever seen in a movie. The alternate ending makes a whole lot more sense. Then again, I would have been satisfied with three straight hours of how Neville spends his time in Manhattan wilderness, alone, procuring supplies, checking buildings off of his scavenging list, visiting the MoMA to get new art for his walls, collecting iPods for "new" music, etc. Is it every New Yorker's fantasy to have all of Manhattan to himself for a day?
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