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Having made it three-quarters of the way through the Norse/Icelandic/Anglo-Saxon glossary thingy I had to write today, and figuring I can easily finish it tonight, Spooky and I decided to celebrate the death of Jerry Falwell by taking in the 4:40 p.m. matinee of 28 Weeks Later at Midtown. And about the late and unlamented (at least in this household) Mr. Falwell, I will have more to say later. I try not to speak ill of the dead, but when someone has made it his life's goal to preach the extermination of me and mine, and then I outlive the motherfucker, I think it's fair enough for the gloves to come off.
Farewell, Mr. Falwell. You were the sort of bastard who makes me very sorry I do not believe in Hell or even karmic retribution.
But, about 28 Weeks Later. As I've said before, I am not a film reviewer, just a nixar who sees far too many films. But this is what I will say about 28 Weeks Later, which I score an 8 out of 10. Oh, yeah, I'll stick it behind a cut for them what fear spoilers.
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Farewell, Mr. Falwell. You were the sort of bastard who makes me very sorry I do not believe in Hell or even karmic retribution.
But, about 28 Weeks Later. As I've said before, I am not a film reviewer, just a nixar who sees far too many films. But this is what I will say about 28 Weeks Later, which I score an 8 out of 10. Oh, yeah, I'll stick it behind a cut for them what fear spoilers.
( SPOILERS )
