28 Weeks later is a rather mindless film filled with blood (lots and lots of blood), gore, suspense, and audience members screaming “Oh no she didn’t!” In other words, a perfect Saturday evening movie. The beginning has a rather intense chase scene (yeah, chase, as in these “zombies” are super fast runners, not like the old school 20th century zombies). I suppose, technically, the “infected” in the 28 series aren’t really zombies, but they have several zombie factors so I call them zombies.
The premise of 28 Weeks Later is that the U.S. Army has moved into the UK after the zombies starved to death to re-establish control and start moving the Brits (who survived in European refugee camps) back to London. District 1, also known as the Green Zone (haha, get it? Get it?! Green Zone, like in Baghdad! Where do they come up with these things?!) is located on the Isle of Dogs in London’s East End, with the returning refugees being quartered in the “high-rises” of Canary Wharf.
The Green Zone, pre-Zombie
Using Canary Wharf as a Green Zone was quite a brilliant move on the part of the U.S. Army. Canary Wharf is, after all, home to the ONLY Chili’s Grill & Bar in London. Certainly, after being holed up in a cottage or bomb shelter, subsisting only on canned pork ‘n beans, and living in fear of super-fast rampaging zombies, I would love to calm my nerves with a Presidente Margarita, Awesome Blossom, and, eff it, a Molten Chocolate Cake.
As you can imagine, however, the movie does not center around survivors eating at Chili’s and admiring the architecture of Canary Wharf. That would be slightly boring. The situation becomes completely FUBAR’d due to almost unbelievable stupidity and you soon have yourself some bloody zombie action. Much like its prequel, 28 Weeks Later contains amazing footage of a deserted London, including a few scenes from my old ‘hood, Bankside. Yeah, sure, the place was overrun with zombies, it’s effing expensive as hell, and the Mexican food there totally sucks, but all I could think about during the movie was, “Damn, I really miss that city.”
If you have a zombie obsession, and, like myself and my coworkers, constantly find yourself talking about zombies during important meetings, you might as well check out the movie. What have you got to lose besides $10.25?