By Alex McPherson
Savage, heartfelt, and memorable, director Nia DaCosta’s “28 Years Later: The Bone Temple” carves its own gory yet defiantly hopeful path through the apocalypse.
Taking place shortly after the events of Danny Boyle’s “28 Years Later,” DaCosta’s “The Bone Temple” follows young Spike (Alfie Williams) shortly after being saved from the zombielike Infected by the tracksuit-wearing and Satan-loving Sir Jimmy Crystal (Jack O’Connell) and his gang of seven “Fingers,” who are all forced to call themselves Jimmy.
Spike might have come-of-age amid the apocalypse, but instead of thriving on his own, he’s stuck in a barbaric cult of suspended development. He is forced to take part in a murderous initiation ritual and accompany the Jimmies as they cause death and destruction throughout the mainland, somewhat akin to the Droogs in “A Clockwork Orange.” Sir Jimmy is profoundly screwed up (to put it mildly), and asserts that he is Satan’s son.
Meanwhile, the benevolent Dr. Kelson (Ralph Fiennes), who constructed the titular Bone Temple as a memorial to those lost to the virus, is maintaining some semblance of peace. Strict in his routines and rituals, there’s a sense of heaviness to how he moves through the world, with the weight of history and his own grief bubbling to the surface.
Dr. Kelson maintains a strange connection with an “Alpha” Infected he named Samson (Chi Lewis-Parry), who might retain some humanity, and possibly a key to altering the future as they know it.
Of course, it’s only a matter of time before Sir Jimmy and Dr. Kelson encounter each other. It’s ultimately a battle between hope and cynicism, fatalism and personal agency. Dr. Kelson and Spike grapple with their identities amid fascist forces and the continuing Infected threat.
Indeed, “The Bone Temple” has much on its mind despite being a clear middle chapter in this revamped franchise. DaCosta, a highly versatile filmmaker, doesn’t try to recreate Boyle’s brilliantly kinetic style or experimental pizazz. She nevertheless brings both an unflinching brutality and surprising sentimentality to the forefront, striking a mostly successful tonal balance that thrills, disgusts, and rocks its way into the soul.
DaCosta’s film isn’t a “full meal” like “28 Years Later,” but on its own, less ambitious merits, it succeeds, and brings along a resonant message for staying true to your values while the world crumbles.
“The Bone Temple” explores familiar genre ideas, zeroing in on how, yes, humans can be even more monstrous than the Infected, and some aspects of DaCosta’s film feel rushed just for the sake of bridging to the next chapter of Spike’s arc. DaCosta and returning screenwriter Alex Garland make Spike a less central character this time around, assembling pieces for the next installment. Instead, DaCosta focuses on the Jimmies, while spending considerable time with Dr. Kelson, who essentially becomes the de facto protagonist.
Jumping back and forth between these two groups definitely causes whiplash from time to time; this film also lacks much of the kinetic momentum and messy energy of its predecessor (Anthony Dod Mantle’s cinematography and Young Fathers’ music are missed).
It’s jarring to go from squirm-inducing horror one moment to kooky-yet-earnest meditations of life and periodic dance sessions. Still, DaCosta’s grounded, unflinching approach to violence hammers home the stakes (sometimes literally), setting the stage for eventual reckoning.
“The Bone Temple” also preserves much of the weirdness that pervades this franchise (in a good way), and it isn’t afraid to veer in unexpected directions regardless of familiar setups.
Fiennes in particular understands the assignment. Dr. Kelson is a weathered soul doing what he can to survive and honor the dead, quietly fighting back against the fear and cynicism bubbling within his own thoughts. At the same time Samson (brought to life with bittersweet pathos by the intimidating but vulnerable Chi Lewis-Parry) represents a thread that Dr. Kelson can latch onto, possibly the dawn of a new age and another reminder to not give up on the future entirely.
Fiennes is alternately hilarious and heartbreaking here, expanding his unexpectedly profound role in “28 Years Later” in emotionally resonant ways that give him opportunities to let his freak flag fly, especially during a finale that I won’t dare spoil.
O’Connell — coming off his villainous portrayal in Ryan Coogler’s “Sinners” — is absolutely frightening as Sir Jimmy (a character apparently modeled after Jimmy Savile, the late British DJ who was fond of wearing track suits), a man haunted by his past with a desire for control and utter disregard for human life. Like most of “The Bone Temple,” Sir Jimmy is both cutthroat and oddly funny at times, with O’Connell walking that tightrope far more elegantly than the film overall.
“The Bone Temple” isn’t up to par with “28 Years Later,” but when the two opposing forces finally come together, DaCosta synthesizes the film’s disparate tones to present a set piece that ranks among the best in the franchise. She and Garland emphasize that it’s noble to fight back against evil and not capitulate, even when all seems lost. It also ends in a place that makes the wait for Part 3 almost unbearable.
“28 Years Later: The Bone Temple” is a 2026 horror film that is directed by Nia DaCosta and stars Ralph Fiennes, Jack O’Connell, Alfie Williams and Chi Lewis-Parry. It is rated R for strong bloody violence, gore, graphic nudity, language throughout, and brief drug use, and runs 1 hour, 49 minutes. It opened in theatres Jan. 16. Alex’s grade: B+,
Alex McPherson is an unabashed pop culture nerd and a member of the St. Louis Film Critics Association.
