By Mo Moshaty

Dr. Kelson finds himself in a shocking new relationship with consequences that could change the world as he knows it, while Spike’s encounter with Jimmy Crystal becomes a nightmare he can’t escape.

28 Years Later: The Bone Temple moves with a patience that feels intentional. It doesn’t chase escalation or try to reframe the end of the world as something crashboombang. Instead, it lingers on what people do once fear settles into routine. How they organize themselves. How they decide what matters. How easily care, control, and belief begin to overlap.

That attention to people rather than premise is where the film finds its humanity. Under Nia DaCosta’s direction, with Alex Garland shaping the script, the world feels lived in rather than explained. Hierarchy doesn’t arrive fully formed. It grows out of small, understandable choices. Someone takes responsibility. Someone follows. Someone is relieved not to decide anymore. Humanity here isn’t heroic or fallen. It’s familiar.

And then, almost naturally, someone ends up in charge. No drama, just a voice that sounds steady and learned enough to trust or terrifying enough not to follow.

Ralph Fiennes’ Dr. Kelson marks the first steady voice with an ease that makes it clear this isn’t new. He’s been listening, watching, waiting, crafting, New Wave dancing, for years. Practice becomes credo.

Running alongside this is Spike, played by Alfie Williams whose role feels central to the film’s emotional temperature. This is his journey now, leaving his philandering and grieving father behind. Spike notices things. He hesitates. He asks questions without always voicing them. He’s terrorized, shamed, alone, and a chosen survivalist…as anyone is in this particular day and age. When we left him, he’d encountered The Jimmies: multi-colored Power Ranger-esque choreographed menaces that save the day….for a few moments. We begin here with Spike wishing he’d hid instead of joined.

And that idea of belonging as both comfort and compromise carries into The Jimmies themselves. Joining was attractive. They offer connection, purpose, and a sense of being led by something larger. They also reveal how easily loyalty becomes a substitute for ethics. Jack O’Connell gives his take on Jimmy Crystal a restless, searching quality; that lost soul quirk molded into a horrific messiah complex. He wants to be King. He wants to be right. A dangerous combination when that complex breeds into disciples.

Even Samson, the Alpha zombie, played by Chi Lewis-Parry, fits into this same emotional logic. A body shaped by decisions made elsewhere, long before we meet him and his…appendage…again. In a film so attentive to systems and hierarchy, Samson feels like the proof of where those systems eventually land and how far with help, coaching and the old-fashioned friendship you can go.

What The Bone Temple offers, ultimately, is a reflection on humanity under pressure. People look for safety. They look for meaning. They look for someone to tell them how, what’s acceptable now and what will keep you alive, no matter how heinous the action. And sometimes, they resist that too.

It’s a banger plain and simple and a work that pulls humanity, fear, festering trauma and hope out of its characters.

Five stars from me.