28 Years Later: The Bone Temple is a direct sequel drenched in dread – with a heavy helping of sadistic gore guaranteed to leave no one unshaken. Yep, steeped in atmosphere, and absolutely unrelenting in its sadistic brutality, it carries over the franchise’s trademark visceral punch. And even though a new filmmaker is at the helm, Danny Boyle’s frenetic, nerve-jangling energy still pulses through the frame. Director Nia DaCosta doesn’t merely imitate it though - she sharpens it. Her touch is defined by an unflinching commitment to gruesome detail, lingering on moments of torment in a way that feels both artful and deeply uncomfortable. Trust me, this is not a film for the squeamish - and it isn’t pretending to be. While the movie edges right up to the line of full-blown torture-porn, it maintains a disciplined sense of tension from the opening minutes. The suspense is almost suffocating, and DaCosta uses it to pull the viewer into a world where every sound and movement feels like a countdown to disaster. The narrative threads are laid down with care, too - each storyline feels emotionally grounded and character-driven, giving the violence real stakes instead of empty shock value. And, as with previous entries, the franchise continues to explore humanity’s primal hunger for connection in a shattered world. The ensemble cast more than rises to the challenge here, but Ralph Fiennes is once again the undeniable standout. His performance is hypnotic, commanding, and strangely magnetic. Even with a splash of crowd-pleasing fan service in the final minutes - clearly designed to ignite hype for the next chapter - the film leaves behind a lingering sense of mystery and anticipation. If The Bone Temple proves anything, it’s that the 28 Days Later saga still has plenty of bite left. And honestly? I can’t wait to be devoured by whatever comes next.