28 Weeks Later is the rare sequel that meets and sometimes even exceeds the standards of the original film. I reacted with skepticism to the announcement of this film because it seemed like a crass attempt to cash in on the modest success of 28 Days Later. But this movies matches its predecessor in both scares and smarts. The story picks up with the resettlement of London seven months after the Rage virus has decimated England. The American-led effort goes awry, naturally, and before long hordes of the newly infected are rampaging through the streets and snacking on human flesh. The movie has its occasional lapses of logic (apparently, it’s really easy to gain access to an Army medical facility), but they’re soon forgotten in the rush of adrenaline that follows. And I had to smile at the film’s last scene because I was in the exact same location not too long ago.
