Brainspotting
England doesn't look
so good 28 Days Later.
By Cheryl Eddy
A PATIENT AWAKES from a coma only to find the hospital, the
streets, the surrounding buildings, and possibly probably
the entire world, completely, nightmarishly deserted. That's the way
last year's Resident Evil ends, and an identical scene occurs
early in Danny Boyle's 28 Days Later. In both films, the culprit
behind all of the chaos is a rampaging population of zombies, triumphantly
in power after apparently converting all noncomatose humans to their
rotting, putrid ranks. But the similarities basically end there: Boyle's
version hews rather closely to George Romero's holy Night of the
Living Dead trilogy; Resident Evil, which was derived from
a video game, included some decently gory action, but is remembered
chiefly for Milla Jovovich's crotch shot, and little else.
Come to think of it, 28 Days Later star Cillian Murphy
a pale, hollow-cheeked actor in the vein of Ewan McGregor, circa Boyle's
Trainspotting also bares all, but the brief nudity doesn't
play like exploitation here. Maybe it's the use of digital video, or
the trembling pop soundtrack, or the British slang, but 28 Days Later
is pretty arty for a genre film. Still, horror is the main event,
and like all truly scary movies, this one neatly plays off current
events to increase the oh-shit-this-might-really-happen vibe. SARS may
give you a hell of a cough and be bad for the tourist trade, but it's
peanuts compared to what's simply described as "rage," a highly
contagious blood virus accidentally unleashed on London by a group of
well-intentioned animal rights activists. Symptoms, which manifest in
20 seconds or less, include red eyes, projectile vomiting, and the uncontrollable
urge to viciously attack everyone around you. Needless to say, things
go to shit pretty quickly.
When Murphy's Jim, a bike messenger recovering from a traffic accident,
opens his eyes 28 days after the virus begins to spread, London is no
longer a city, but an open-air crypt. In a nod to Day of the Dead,
paper money mingles with the rest of the trash in the streets; a forgotten
newspaper carries the breathless headline "Evacuation!" Jim's
puzzled exploration leads him into a ravaged church (graffiti: "Repent
the end is extremely fucking nigh") filled with bodies;
most are dead, but a few sputtering "infected" emerge and
give chase. Fortunately for Jim, he's discovered by Mark (Noah Huntley)
and Selena (Naomie Harris), who've made it this far with an assortment
of non-firearm weapons (unlike Romero's back-from-the-dead zombies,
28 Days Later's breed are technically still living and therefore
can be killed by good old-fashioned beatings). Selena, especially, has
become a hard-hearted survivalist, warning Jim that she won't hesitate
to hack him to bits if he's contaminated. "Plans are pointless,"
she sighs after Mark is attacked and the group is winnowed down to two.
"Staying alive is as good as it gets."
Selena's cynicism dissolves a wee bit when the pair encounter Frank
(Brendan Gleeson) and his teenage daughter, Hannah (Megan Burns), who
possess a hand-crank radio delivering a broadcast from a group of salvation-promising
soldiers stationed to the north. The foursome pile into Frank's cab
and hit the road (pausing for a harrowing tire change and a couple of
Dawn of the Dead homages, including a supermarket shopping spree).
An idyllic, peaceful camp-out en route, complete with horses running
free and the consumption of much chocolate and Valium, can't mask 28
Days Later's pervading sense of dread and doom and with good
reason.
It's been reported that screenwriter Alex Garland acknowledges his
debt to Romero, and there's no arguing the film's final third heavily
borrows from, most obviously, Day of the Dead. The film's
climactic action scenes are helped along by the fact that 28
Days Later's zombies resemble less Romero's shambling, flesh-munching
slugs than, say, the irradiated menace seen in Umberto Lenzi's Nightmare
City (a.k.a. City of the Walking Dead), in that they can
run really, really fast (the Nightmare zombies can also drive
cars and fire machine guns, but that'd maybe be asking too much here).
True, 28 Days Later isn't overflowing with original ideas (for
something really spectacular, go rent Lucio Fulci's Zombie and
watch a dead man battle a shark underwater). But the timing
of its release is impeccable. Who isn't afraid of catching a horrible
disease, or of waking up to find an entire city wiped out by a scary,
unknown event? We've yet to see human beings reduced to malicious, bloodthirsty
corpses, but as Boyle's film implies, from its very first images (actual
news footage of rioting and violence), that day, metaphorically at least,
is maybe not so very far off.
'28 Days Later' opens Fri/28 at Bay Area theaters. See
Movie Clock,
in Film listings, for show times.