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  "description": "Boots, boots, boots, boots Moving up and down again This was everything I never knew I wanted out of the 28 N Later franchise. A film in two parts — Spike growing up on a first trip to the mainland with Aaron Taylor-Johnson as a properly British Rick Grimes. A rapidly-matured Spike guides his mother to the mainland in search of a cure for her debilitating medical condition. First: action. Second: feels. I fucking loved this whole thing. You accept death and find a way to move forward. You find beauty in the most surreal, hellish moments and you grow. You tear away all of the societal artifice, leap forward into the apocalypse and grapple with personal growth and human problems still . That this thing was filmed with iPhones feels more like a point of trivia. They managed to maintain the visual aesthetic of the first film years later and the tool feels far less important than the result. It avoids a proper score and instead uses simple, austere backing music (I could see Chat Pile scoring this and love that they looped Godspeed You! Black Emperor back in). It's so rare that we get sequels now that feel as though they have something to say, that they can stand on their own, that are even warranted. More often we get sequels that are made because a shitton of money into IP that's sitting on a balance sheet as an asset somewhere. It's schlock, it's polished garbage, but you paid money for the franchise people loved before you ruined it. This is part of a franchise, but it — thankfully — has not been ruined by it. So, yes, watch this. Enjoy the Mortal Kombat -style fatality head-ripping. The birth of a child from an infected rage-zombie. A somehow perverse and yet loving memorial constructed by a shockingly sane Ralph Nathaniel Twisleton-Wykeham-Fiennes and the loving act of Spike placing his mother's skull upon its central, towering monument after she's been relieved of her suffering. Oh, and there's Jimmy. Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. There's a story there and I hope it gets told in all of its foreshadowed absurdity. Boots, boots, boots, boots : What a wonderfully British name.",
  "path": "/watching/movies/28-years-later-2025",
  "publishedAt": "2025-07-30T17:00:00Z",
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  "tags": [
    "thriller",
    "horror"
  ],
  "title": "28 Years Later"
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