28 Weeks Later

Before going to see the sequel to 28 Days Later last night, three things were on my mind: 1) I loved the first movie. 2) The Onion really like the sequel and my local newspaper hated it. 3) My homies Hal had tipped me off that he was in it to win it until something pulled him out of the movie during the final act and he felt the film never recovered. So I was excited and wary at the same time.

The movie was intense. A whole lot of scary moments and jarring, swinging camera work. The opening sequence itself was worth the price of admission. The cast was filled with familiar faces--to this television junkie, at least--like Idris Elba (Stringer Bell from the Wire) and Jeremy Renner (from a solitary episode of Angel) and the main character was carried off with aplomb by the usually competent Robert Carlyle, but, I have to admit that the film was already gone from my mind the minute I stepped out of the theater. So, if you're feeling like a little intense, horror-ish candy in a cool theater and a hot Summer's day, you could do worse than 28 Weeks Later, but don't go in expecting the world, or rather, the end of it.

On a related note, I'm going to run with this post-apocalyptic theme I got going on and rent Jose Saramago's Blindness at the library today. I wanted to check out Cormac McCarthy's The Road as well, but my library clearly does NOT have a clue as there are over 50 holds on both the regular and large-print versions, so instead I went to Amazon and ordered the paperback and a copy of my current Post-Apoc fave World War Z by Max Brooks.