July 31st, 2003


28 Days Later, A Review

I saw 28 Days Later last night. First, let me get the bad stuff out of the way.

I got there about 5 minutes early. I brought a book in thinking I'd get to read a few pages before the movie starts. When I walk into the theater there's some "show" playing on the screen. The "show" is a long string of not-so-cleverly disguised advertisements for TV shows, Coca-Cola, and a ghastly invention called "lidRock" where you get a mini-CD in the lid of your drink. On the CD are the latest "rock smash hits" by the likes of Celine Dion and some other focus-group musicians. I thought maybe I'd have to endure a slide-show and maybe some Cinema Radio Network crap. What I got was a multi-media, digital, surround stream of fucking products crammed down my throat for 15 minutes.

Then there's this "special" trailer about the set designer for some Oscar Winning movies begging people to think twice before pirating movies. You're marketing to the wrong demographic, dipshits.

In walks this guy with a 7 year-old and a 4 year-old girl. I started thinking I might have gotten the wrong idea about what the movie was about.

So the things I didn't like had nothing to do with the actual movie.

As far as the movie went, I really liked it. It got straight to the point and didn't really try to hold my hand. The lead actress was powerful and convincing. The lead actor was naked alot and was cool apart from that. The jump-out-of-your-seat parts were very effective. There were some moral issues dealt with.
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He was wearing a pair of cut-off denim jeans, shoes, and a helmet. His blonde hair was just long enough to be visible an inch below his helmet. He was driving this neon-green sport motorcycle; the kind that looks dangerously fast. On the back was a girl wearing a helmet matching the driver's, a pink bikini top and a thong of the same bright pink. Since she only had six inches to sit on and had to lean forward she wasn't leaving much to the imagination. She wasn't helping the traffic situation either.

I pulled up next to them and, after making sure he was looking at me, I mouthed the word "nice". He smiled behind his face-sheild and nodded to me as if to say, "Yeah she's a beauty isn't she? I just got her last week. And the bike's not much older."

I found myself thinking that they wouldn't be so beautiful if the bike slid out from underneath them.