As much as 28 Days Later was a horror movie, its sequel really has more in common with the Station Eleven TV series as a meditation on the importance and beauty of human connection, punctuated by occasional scenes that read more as suspense thrillers than anything approaching terror. And like Station Eleven, 28 Years Later is filled with some really breathtaking bucolic imagery.
Seriously, the number of internal whoahs that erupted as I took in some of the scenery continued to surprise me.
And while I didn't cry as hard during the rewatch as I did in the theater this first time I saw 28 Years Later, overall the film had a more deeply emotional resonance for me this time around. Whoulda thunk a zombie franchise could be so masterfully malleable to surprise me in entirely new ways every time I engage with it? But hey, ain't that the whole point of creating art?
I have no idea what's coming next, but I'm incredibly eager to see what new direction the third film takes!*
*And, as always, look forward to enjoying movie theater nachos at 10:30 in the morning, the way they were meant to be enjoyed.
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