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Dead to Rights

Stripped of pretentious excess, Danny Boyle gets his mojo back in the dig-vid zombie flick 28 Days Later

By Luke Y. Thompson

Published on June 26, 2003

It's the end of the world as we know it, and it's all PETA's fault.

Oh, we humored those wacky vegan extremists when they threw paint at rich bitches in hideously overpriced fur coats. We laughed when they'd come on conservative talk radio shows every Thanksgiving to get mocked for comparing turkey farming with the Holocaust. But, ya know, when they freed all those chimps infected with zombie-virus from a biological warfare lab, heedless of Peter Jackson's cautionary warnings about the consequences of similar actions in the movie Dead Alive, that was a bit much. Now England's a deserted wasteland, except at night, when the zombies run around in digitally enhanced fast-motion, vomiting semi-clotted blood on things and making rats run away in terror. And all because some health nuts couldn't persuade more people to eat tofu.

Okay, so we don't know for a fact that it's PETA portrayed in the new zombie horror flick 28 Days Later. But, hey, PETA types didn't know for a fact that Rudy Giuliani's prostate cancer was caused by drinking milk either, and it didn't stop them from proclaiming such on a billboard. Just so we're clear, giving viruses to helpless apes is, well, bad. Letting 'em loose, however ... worse. That's the film's prologue. Fade to black, roll title, then open on London four weeks subsequent.

Our hero is a package delivery guy by the name of Jim (Cillian Murphy, a.k.a. the Irish Jim Caviezel), who has been in a coma just long enough to miss the whole breakdown-of-civilization thing. Given his profession, the film's title actually takes on an extra significance for Britons: Much like "6-8 weeks" here, 28 days is the standard amount of time U.K. mail-order companies tell the consumer to allow for their product to arrive.

Jim awakens in a hospital, and finds it bereft of human life. He has been locked in his room, which is presumably the only reason he remained, but fortunately the key is right under the door. After chugging a Pepsi (the joy of life he needs at any cost), he emerges onto the streets of London and finds no one there either. Message boards are overladen with handmade "Have you seen this person?" signs, and the nearest church is filled with dead bodies. Or are they? One or two are in fact extremely mobile, and clearly malevolent. Technically they're not "old school" living dead -- like the zombies of Resident Evil, they're living humans infected with a virus and can be killed by normal means. Unlike most of their cinematic predecessors, however, they move like wild animals on speed, while still boasting the standard living-dead contagion factor in their saliva and blood.

Jim encounters a few other survivors, notably hard-edged survivalist Selena (Naomie Harris) and a middle-age taxi driver (Brendan Gleeson) with a teenage daughter (Megan Burns). When they come upon a radio message telling them that the answer to infection has been found, they head off in the still-operational taxi to find the source, but it's hardly the salvation they were hoping for. Without spoiling too much, let's just say that times of trouble can bring out the worst in mankind, which can be as frightening as any monster.

Director Danny Boyle (Trainspotting) opted for digital video for matters of practicality, mainly because it's very difficult to evacuate whole sections of London for the length of time it would take to shoot on film. Thus the film mostly has a low-res look, save the final scene, shot in broad daylight in a manner that could have been done on film. Abetting him in the cinematography department is veteran Dogme director of photography Anthony Dod Mantle (The Celebration, julien donkey-boy, Mifune), whose cinematography has traditionally been the weakest part of the projects he's been involved with, but unbound by ersatz "purity" vows, he probably had the freedom to use artificial light this time. Some scenes are too underlit -- the sight gag of graffiti on a church wall reading, "Repent, the end is extremely fucking nigh" is not as clear as it should be to gain full audience comprehension and appreciation -- but in general the film looks decent blown up on a big screen, and certainly better than the low-grade trailer in front of X2 implied.

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