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31 Days of Horror Movies: 28 Days Later



Yesterday we focused on the original Night of the Living Dead. It is my opinion that there hasn't been a better zombie movie since that 1968 classic. If any serious film has come close (there have been some humorous outings within the genre), it would have to British director Danny Boyle's 2002 horror gem...


28 Days Later


A young man named Jim (Cillian Murphy) awakens in a deserted hospital, some 28 days after animal activists have inadvertently created a zombie apocalypse. The movie is basically us sticking with Jim as he tries to make sense of a world gone mad, populated by nasty -- and fast moving -- zombies. He encounters various people along the way, from a father and child on their own, to a military base run by folks whose actions and demeanor make you want to run back to the sickening arms of the zombified.

28 Days Later is notable for many reasons. It evokes the gritty realism first seen in Night of the Living Dead. The film also was one of the first (if not the first) to introduce zombies that run, rather than shuffle. It also reigned-in much of the silliness that had permeated zombie films beginning in the 1980s. Oh, and it featured Cillian Murphy nude. That's always a plus.


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