It was a fittingly intense film that wrings the last thrills out of the premise. It begins with a slight throwback to the time when the isle of Britain was still overrun by the rage infected masses. Holed up in a cabin with his wife and a handful of other survivors, Robert Carlyle's character Don is surviving the best he can. Until their little cottage is attacked, and he makes a choice that is very interesting and sets the whole film in motion. Soon enough we're back in London where American forces have cleaned up the city after the last of the infected (don't call them zombies) have died of starvation. His children soon join him, they were out of the country on a school trip during the initial outbreak. And sooner enougher, the virus breaks out again. To say how and why spoils a bit of the fun. Needless to say that it is very intense, but the whole plot and story starts to slowly collapse. Its strongest passage comes first and each additional sequence drops a bit until the last scene. There is a clever sequence where the heroes have to go through the London subway stations, in the dark, with only the scope of a sniper's rifle to guide them. It's creative, and scary, but its resolution is a little weak. Overall, it was a good time at the movies for an afternoon, although I can't say I'm dying for another sequel, not that I was clammoring for this installment. This idea has been taken to its logical extension.