It disturbs me no more to find men base, unjust, or selfish than to see apes mischievous, wolves savage, or the vulture ravenous.
Jean-Paul Sartre
The beautiful thing about 28 Days Later , Danny Boyle’s film about ravenous Velociraptor-fast zombies, is not only that it’s a well crafted horror movie (of which we have had very few lately, mind you) but that it manages to be smart while also being raw and visceral.
It has the overwhelming atmosphere of a nightmare you just can’t shake awake from and refuses to depend on any special-effects trickery to scare you, relying instead (like Boyle’s earlier Shallow Grave) on a possibility much more frightening than a world of rabid infected chasing you through deserted streets: the fact that even kind-hearted men and women, when put on a bad situation, can revert to brutal pack animals.
However much Sartre might have hated being reduced to a sound bite, hell is indeed other people.
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