The first ten minutes of 28 Weeks Later are brilliant. Don’t get me wrong, the rest of the film is a fine example of messy dialogue and unconvincing performances brought together in an inch-deep plot, but the first ten minutes are an absolute triumph. Robert Carlyle’s character has barricaded himself in an old cottage, along with his wife and several strangers. The infected find the group of survivors and begin their usual routine of forcing an entry and eating everyone up.
So far so good, but the twist comes when Carlyle’s wife runs upstairs in attempt to find a young boy who has hidden himself in a closet. Carlyle pursues, and standing in a doorway to the exit tells her to leave him, to which she refuses. As infected burst into the room, Carlyle’s character doesn’t spring to the rescue; he simply closes the door and runs away.
The reason I bring this up here, is that the first ten minutes of 28 Weeks Later that most represent my experiences with the original Dead Rising. (cont.)