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 first one is my all-time favourite, the second one is alright/watchable and I absolutely detested 28 years later. The first act seemed interesting enough and I liked the “Junji Ito” slug zombies, but it was all downhill from there and I just felt weird watching it. What a mess.