Then there was Shaun of the Dead, which managed to be a zombie movie and a comedy and even a love story.
On Friday, as soon as I left work I drove to an early show of 28 Weeks Later. It was the perfect antidote to a stressful week. [Full disclosure: the kids who star in it are named Imogen Poots and Mackintosh Muggleton - you can't make names like that up!] . It completely occupied my mind. Only a tiny part of me watched the movie as a writer. They worked in the back story by having one of the army folks worry that something would happen, and another character reassuring them with the back story (no infected human being has been found in the last six months,etc.) - so maybe I can steal that technique later. It was fun to see the London Eye, Big Ben, the Millenium Bridge and some of the other sights of London that we only recently saw for real.
The only thing I missed was the wink at the kids in the car, which I saw in all the commericals. Maybe I was wincing at the time. 28 Weeks Later is the kind of movie that makes you sweat behind your knees.