⚠️ Spoiler alert!

Before you read further: consider this your warning! Very, very, very slight spoilers (and infected) ahead.

Back into the rage

28 Years Later drags us kicking and screaming back into Danny Boyle and Alex Garland’s rage-infected world. Proof that sometimes, you can teach an old corpse new tricks.

Nearly three decades after the initial outbreak, we meet Spike, a boy raised by his cautious father (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) on a remote island. But when they venture into the mainland, they discover a new kind of hell: cults, towering infected, and desperate survivor communities that make any apocalypse scenario look tame by comparison.

Also, quick side note: If you’re like me and watched 28 Weeks Later before this one, you might feel like you’ve stumbled into a completely different franchise. Apparently different directors will do that, so I’m pretty glad Boyle and Garland are back this time. Their slightly unhinged, almost whimsical chaos is exactly what makes this franchise special, and 28 Years Later has plenty of that. It feels much closer in spirit to 28 Days Later.

So many questions… my brain almost went full rage

I walked out of the movie house with more questions than answers. Why are the zombies naked? Did their jeans just… dissolve out of sheer rage?

And do zombies breed now?

Also, naked zombies stomping around gave off major Attack on Titan energy. Only this time, there’s no Survey Corps to swing in and save the day.

And yes, the infamous “killer zombie dong” you might have heard about online? 100% real. I kept asking myself, “What the heck am I watching?!” while frowning so hard in deep thought I felt like I finally needed Botox… but also weirdly gleeful, because when was the last time a zombie movie gave us that much to talk about below the waist?

A new breed of bitey boys

The new infected are massive, brutal, and strangely aware, like rage-fueled bouncers at a blood-soaked rave. If you ever wondered what Jason Momoa might look like post-zombie apocalypse, this is probably as close as you’ll get.

Building a world, or tearing it to shreds

I was hoping for more world-building, but 28 Years Later doesn’t linger on the details. Instead, it rushes you through cults, infected warlords, and survivor enclaves like it’s running on pure adrenaline. Kind of fitting, honestly.

But beneath all the snarling zombies and blood spatters, there’s a beating heart. As with all great zombie movies, it’s never really about the zombies. It’s about what we do to each other when the world is falling apart faster than a disintegrating zombie wardrobe.

Final bites (or not)

As someone who loves zombie flicks and is also super picky about them (#TeamZombie forever, I always joke I’ll let them bite me when the time comes)—I had fun. The movie occasionally stumbles on its own severed limbs, but when it hits, it really sinks its teeth in.

GeekGirl Verdict:

🧟🧟🧟🧟 4 out of 5 rage-infected stars.

Weird, bloody, and crawling with new ideas. I’m shambling straight into 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple next year. No antidote needed.