Sometime in the future (I think), a group of soldiers who can be evenly divided into the categories of “uninteresting” or “unlikable” use a Star Trek transporter to go to Mars. When they get there they find themselves in a movie studio infested with big lumps of rabid homicidal latex.
What ensues is a tedious series of fire fights between the soldiers, armed to the teeth with latest weaponry from Toys R Us, and the mutant blobs of latex. Lots of people die, but I defy anyone to care.
The most shocking thing about Doom is that it wasn’t created by Uwe Boll.