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.
Everything after the first act felt largely pointless. It started off well and then just shifted into a different movie. The final scene is stupid.
Both the new movies are just cash grabs. Garland should be writing original sci fi’s. Not a zombie trilogy.