28 Years Later (2025)
Dir. Danny Boyle
Sitting in the basement of the AMC Lincoln Square 13, my friend Joe and I were privy to what sounded like a man behind us pleasuring himself to the Brazilian film we were all watching. What was peculiar about my theatre experience of 28 Years Later was that I didn't hear that same sound. Not once, despite the very large number of zombies that hang dong very prominently throughout the film. was it because i was in a different theatre? Was it because i wasn't watching it in a basement?
Once it was all over, I thought, woah—have we progressed as a people? Have we come so far as to no longer be subject to the perversions of these goblins that harbour public masturbation fetishes? But then that thought quickly submerged in the tides of the next one. Alas, I remembered the flooding.
The damned flooding. The frightful flooding. The dreadful, dreadful flooding. The water rushing down from the skies. The destruction. The sorrow. It all came crumbling down in my mind as the ceiling surely did that fateful night in the basement of the AMC Lincoln Square 13. The god damn flooding.
Quickly, I regained my balance. I knew then that now is not the time for such meager thoughts. Now is not the time to wallow in our despair. Now is the time to band together. To rebuild. To lay the foundation of a more fruitful future. A future for our children to flourish. To reap the rewards of the grain their loving parents sowed. We get to work and ensure we see the joyous day that the AMC Lincoln Square 13 basement is operational once more.
I was bored on the train home.