28 Weeks Later is almost as good as its predecessor, 28 Days Later,—and that’s saying quite a bit.

Brutal, bloody, unhinged, vicious, violent, claustrophobic, disturbing, and fast. Wow.

And, any thoughts of anti-American thought that some people complained of when the movie was released are killed off by two things: first, it’s not really deep enough to harbor strong anti-anything other than anti-mindless zombie-ism, and, second, the Americans are portrayed mostly as doing a thankless job in a difficult situation. Maybe not the good guys, exactly, but apparently the only people trying to put things back together after they had fallen horribly apart. If it was trying to say something, it wasn’t trying hard enough to say it intelligibly.

There is a set of scenes in a dark, underground tube station that are as tense and almost cruel.

Put this one on your Halloween movie list, turn out the lights, and cuddle up with someone cuddly. It is far scarier than any twenty Freddies, Jasons, or Pinheads and highly recommended. Not for the squeamish, faint of heart, or people who simply don’t like horror movies.