28 Years Later
28 Years Later is a divisive film. On the one hand, for a viewer who loves classic zombie horror, the experience may feel empty, dull, and lacking intensity. On the other hand, if you approach it as a commentary on the genre itself, it opens up a vast space for reflection. Personally, I see it as a bridge-work. It’s not the culmination of the genre, but rather a meta-commentary that shows the limits and dead ends of “commercial” zombie cinema, while at the same time leaving cracks open for new beginnings.
28 Days Later (2002) rejuvenated the genre by introducing fast, aggressive zombies that broke the tradition of 20th-century films. Since then, almost all zombie cinema and television have followed that “normality.” In 28 Years Later the surprise is different: zombies don’t have a single fixed identity or behavior. There are fast and slow ones, hulking and crawling, some aggressive and others almost indifferent. What may seem like a weakness in pacing (because of the differing speed and violence of the zombies) can instead work as a reservoir for new interpretations and meanings of zombies as a field for expressing social fears.
This variety may unsettle the viewer who seeks clarity, but it is closer to the experience of contemporary times. There is no single “enemy” that everyone perceives the same way; fear is fragmented and individualized. For some, it is the silently suffocating threat; for others, the terror of becoming prey in a relentless chase; for others still, the violent, visceral slaughter. The zombie in 28 Years Later ceases to be a collective allegory and becomes a mirror of individual terrors.
The film begins—after the introduction of the zombie outbreak—in a “self-managed” community on a rocky islet in the UK. The choice of location and context is surely not accidental, evoking Brexit, the illusion of self-sufficiency, a quarantine-like isolation. At first, everything seems functional, almost peaceful. But as scenes progress, the emptiness is revealed.
Collectivity offers no comfort, the nation inspires no cohesion, the family is not a foundation. These collapse not because zombies tear them down, but because they were already exhausted. This is perhaps the film’s most disturbing point: the great myths that once held societies upright have lost their power.
And there is nothing to replace them. No political alternative, no utopia, no hope of a different social order. There are no “good guys” defending equality or justice. There are only people going through mechanical rituals, performing the role of community. The absence of social honesty and a vision for the future is perhaps more frightening than the zombies themselves.
In its second half, the film shifts from the social to the existential. What does it mean to live? What is the meaning of death? What makes a human, Human? What does hope for humanity’s future look like?
The film doesn’t try to give answers. More radically, it doesn’t even pose the questions. There are no monologues, no philosophical conversations, no heroes seeking meaning. Instead, everything unfolds ritualistically, in constant transitions from nothingness to nothingness. It is a dystopia without screams, a process-dystopia, and the happy Sisyphus (borrowing from Camus) is the resigned one, the mechanical one, the suicidal one.
And what, in the end, is the “world” of the zombies? Perhaps the most intriguing dimension is here. In most commercial films, zombie territory is something to be conquered, cleansed, colonized by the living. In 28 Years Later the opposite occurs: the island seems to belong to the zombies. It is their place. The humans passing through are the real invaders.
This is a “de-colonization” of the genre. Zombies no longer function as threatening enemies tearing down the walls, but as inhabitants of a land they have the right to defend. It’s not clear if they want to kill or simply to protect. Even the scenes with the baby are morally ambiguous: abduction or adoption? abandonment or safeguarding? These ambiguities could refresh mainstream zombie films (as opposed to experimental/alternative works that have wrestled with such questions for nearly twenty years).
Additionally, the setting is brilliant in itself. A community on a safe islet, yet cut off from other uninfected zones by military forces—not to protect them from zombies, but to keep them inside. This creates a paradox: the real enemy is not only the zombies but restriction, self-restriction, the prison of “safety” and the very concept of threat.
In a world after the zombie apocalypse, freedom is not curtailed by the infected, but by the structures that pretend to protect you. That’s a commentary with huge implications, especially if we recall recent experiences of quarantine, surveillance, and control.
28 Years Later may disappoint someone looking for “pure horror.” It’s not a film that easily scares, nor one that builds clear suspense. It is, however, a film that suggests we look at the genre itself and the interpretive commentaries it generates. To see that our myths are worn down, our questions unanswered, our enemies fragmented and ambiguous.
Perhaps, ultimately, 28 Years Later does not work as a zombie film but as a film about zombie films and, by extension, about new-type societies without vision, about our mechanically “repeating” existence without meaning or purpose, about our fear without clear shape. And that, paradoxically, makes it one of the most “updated” moments in the genre.