Forget Trainspotting or the octuple-Oscar-winning Slumdog Millionaire, Danny Boyle’s best film is 2002’s edgy, grimy, frenzied zombie shocker 28 Days Later. Fact. Stat, whatever you like to call it. Or it was, because 28 Years Later – wilder, weirder, darker, bloodier – is even better. Although opinions will be divided on this claim.
Boyle and writer Alex Garland (he’s having a purple patch, what with directing 2024’s very good Civil War and this year’s exceedingly good Warfare) are reunited again after skipping the inferior 28 Weeks Later – and they’ve hurled everything fans could possibly have wished for at this third stand-alone instalment in the series. Apart from Cillian Murphy, perhaps, a notable absentee.
