Thought this one might be an easier one to do after 28 Weeks Later given the meager sketchy plot of it basically just setting up how the RAGE virus can evolve. I’ll get the good out of the way up front, and leave the questionable shite for the end of the review. An interesting and basically unrecognizable Ralph Fiennes here. And it does look good, some nicely styled shots and interesting Community rules. It’s what makes society or it collapses, white lies and all. The rejection of that leads to...not better alternatives.
Society in the infected United Kingdoms has regressed to some medieval times, so to speak. We see an island from the island, a nice Community. Protected. Vigilant. Abandoned by the rest of the world, the everlasting RAGE quarantine of the British Isles still in hard effect while the rest of the world seems to have moved on. But it’s Spike’s big day. They usually don’t let 12-year-olds go to the mainland for their first kill, but Dad says it’s good, they go. Turns out, all those zombies kinda got their own shit going on too, and Spike does not enjoy this coming-of-age ritual. Nope. Not one bit. Plus, the whole thing with his sick mom. It all gets a bit...tedious.
Okay, so I’m not keen on The Walking Dead dramas after like the first season or two. This movie hops right on that soap opera wagon of Seasons 3 through 18 or whatever it ran to, I gave up on it. An odd “Day of Judgment” bookend kind of sequence where you’re like, where you going with that? Basically it leads right into 28 Years Later: Bone Temple, shot back-to-back with this one. I read the synopsis because I don’t plan on watching it, doesn’t seem quite as lame as this one but still some ever-evolving rather ludicrous Day of the Dead kind of retardations that really spoiled this one for me. And there’s another sequel planned after that! Redemption arc? Screw you, 28 Zombies Later series, tell your story quicker. Each movie shouldn’t be its own act of this stupid zombie play, it’s not that interesting of a story, at least how it’s playing out here. You are dead to me. Well, undead. But you are so-stinky-wouldn’t-even-poke-you-with-a-stick undead to me. Piss off. Wankers.
