The Beast Who Shouted "WHA?!" At the Center of the Weekend The wee (wee wee, all the way home) hours of Sunday morning, Mother's Day, and I'm finding it difficult to focus on much of anything. It's not that I'm tired -- I crashed early in the evening and slept for a few hours -- I'm just unfocused and harried by various matters, none of which I'll be writing about. Saturday morning, after finally doing some banking (I had checks and a deposit slip folded up in my wallet for a couple weeks), Nick and I caught the first showing of the day of 28 Weeks Later , the sequel to the 2002 outbreak of the rage virus in the U.K. Eh. My thoughts while watching it and immediately after was unpleasantness followed by stupidity and a hope that they either won't do a third film in the series or that if they do I won't reflexively go out to see it. It's all perhaps a little more harsh than the film fully deserves -- the core plot's fine and the performa...
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