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I went into 28 Years Later without having seen 28 Days or 28 Weeks Later, and I'm happy to say I still enjoyed the film very much - this film stands completely on its own. I loved everything about it.

The cast is phenomenal (10/10). Every character felt believable and nuanced. Even Erik - who I personally disliked - was compelling, and I found myself appreciating his presence in the story. That's rare.

The plot surprised me (9/10). For a zombie film, it went deeper than I expected. It wasn't just about surviving the infected - it was about how people try to connect, trust, and rebuild in the aftermath of collapse. The interpersonal relationships were where the film really hit me. I saw myself in them. I related to their fears, hopes, and need for something human to hold on to. They felt relatable and close.

Visually, it's stunning. The production and aesthetics (both 9/10) create a world that's equal parts haunting and beautiful. I was constantly drawn in by the atmosphere.

But what I loved most was the vibe. It was scary, yes - but also fun, sometimes light, sometimes devastating. Still, it carried a persistent thread of hope through everything, and that made it feel meaningful.

Whether you're a longtime fan of the saga or a newcomer like me, 28 Years Later is absolutely worth watching. It's horror with heart.

Parthenope is a film that washes over you more than it speaks to you. Like 1Q84 by Murakami, it feels like wandering through a dream where not everything is meant to make sense-except this time, I found myself wishing it did.

There's no denying the film is visually stunning. Sorrentino's signature eye is fully present: light, color, architecture, and silence all choreographed with intention. The cast is impossibly beautiful, as if selected to embody a certain kind of Mediterranean myth. Aesthetic pleasure is never in short supply.

But beyond that, I struggled. The themes-whatever they were supposed to be-didn't land for me. The Great Beauty had a similar sense of drifting and decadence, but it also had bite, irony, and a melancholic clarity. It knew what it was saying even when the plot loosened. Parthenope, by contrast, felt more like a collage of moods. I kept waiting for it to say something-and maybe it did-but not in a way that reached me.

It's not a bad film. It's an experience. Just not one I found much meaning in.