I love Paul Sands’ mini-review of 28 Weeks Later as much as his take on Reihan Salam’s exuberant even-smaller-review of the same film:
And your mileage may vary; Reihan Salam, for example, deemed it “one of the best movies I’ve ever seen, and certainly the best I’ve seen in a long while.” He goes on (accurately enough) about the acting talent, but it seems to me the acting here runs the limited range between (a) terrified and (b) incredibly pissed off, with one small foray into (c) brave but doomed.
For my part, I, like Sands, enjoyed the first installment a good bit more, although the first ten minutes of the sequel had me convinced it was going to be a grand morality tale about trying to live with the consequences of cowardice in extreme circumstances. Ten beautiful, chaotic minutes, those were. Alas, it didn’t pan out and it seems as if the bigger budget edged the story away from the characters and towards the pyrotechnics, but, all in all, not a bad film.