Boyle and Garland have, in their dotage, outdone themselves. The first film was good, the second almost entirely forgettable, but this third act, wow, fucking fantastic. “28 Swinging Cocks”, “28 Inch Cock” or “28 Dicks Later”, any could have been apt titles, but that’s too easy. This is the movie in which the anatomy is riotous, the intellect unashamed, the heart unexpectedly exposed.
The only problem I really had with the movie was how often the father kept appearing everywhere. Like, just make it a random zombie and it would be way less ridiculous.
Had the same feeling. Every time I thought he was dead he pops up again out of nowhere. I don’t know I’m hallucinating but did they try to humanize him a little bit? Like there were parts I felt like he knew those were his kids.