28 Days Later

I was expecting a sequel to the charming Sandra Bullock movie in which she was an alcoholic drug addict sent to rehab — with comedic results! — but instead I got ZOMBIES.

I love zombies. If I were to rank my favourite species, I think my list would go 1)Dogs, 2) Computers, 3) Toad from the Mario games, 4) Zombies, 5) BUGS! and 6) Humans. But I haven’t really thought about that list too much. In any case, zombies are neat because generally they walk around slowly aimlessly swiping at things while growling, and to be honest, that’s pretty much all *I* do these days.

The zombies in this movie are FAST zombies for some reason. I didn’t think zombies were allowed to be fast, but these zombies are running all over the place like some sort of crazy…running…thing. They’re also BRITISH. I think that’s why people find the movie so scary: all the zombies are BRITISH. We’ve been trained to see British people as Hugh Grant-esque oafs who enjoy a spot of tea and go to the loo, but in this movie all the British are zombie-killing-hoards who only drink tea made from HUMAN BLOOD. It just shattered my preconceived notions of the English people.

The plot is pretty much “Oh shit, Zombies! Let’s go over here — there might not be zombies there! Oh shit, MORE zombies! Let’s go over here — there might not be zombies there! Oh shit!” But it’s fun and blood splatters everywhere, so it was enjoyable.

The blurry digital video takes some time to get used to, but I think it helped in making everything seem grimmer. They did a wonderful job of building a post-Apocalyptic London, especially on such a small budget. It’s nicely shot with an excellent score. I recommend it, but don’t look for anything deep.

If I were a British zombie my name would be Pip.