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It is 28 years after the rage virus release. It has mostly been contained to the UK which has been placed under quarantine and left to its own device. On an island off the British coast, a small community of survivors has found some stability. They are connected to the mainland by a long causeway which is only accessible at low tide. Young Jimmy lives there with his parents. His mother Isla (Jodie Comer) is sick. Without a doctor, his father is unwilling to do much to help her and he's having an affair. Upon learning that there may be a Dr. Kelson (Ralph Fiennes) on the mainland, he escapes with his mother to find him.

Director Danny Boyle and writer Alex Garland have returned to the franchise. One can sense that they don't want to do a simple by-the-number sequel. They are putting in plenty of artistic flares. Some of which do leave me questioning their logic. By the tower of skulls, one has to leave reason on the back-burner. It's the naked crazies. It's the towers of bones. I feel the pull of those weird British horrors from the 70's. In those movies, it's the weird little communities on the fringes of the nation. In this case, the entire place is this weirdness. By the end, the movie is letting its freak flag fly. Some people will not like this. They probably want a logical straight-forward sequel. This is not that.

Batman is tired of being Bruce Wayne and going to the boardroom. He wants to concentrate on the crime fighting action. He wants to sell his company. Red Hood has a scheme against the Bat family and Two-Face is somehow his second banana. Two-Face is frustrated. When he sees that Wayne Enterprises is up for sale, he comes up with his own villainous plot.

This is an animated DC TV movie. It's fine. I want it to be funnier. The selling concept has some comedic potential. I don't think that they squeezed all the juice out of that comedic fruit. I care a lot less about the action. This is fine.

This is part documentary and part clip show of old MGM musicals. In 'present day', a few legends recount their golden era with a few tricks of the trade. It's nice to see these veteran entertainers in their later years while they are still around. My favorite is Mickey Rooney recounting his late friend Judy Garland. One can really feel their connection. The one Elvis clip does surprise me. Sure, Elvis is still big then, but it's like a fast ball down the middle when the entire game has been change-ups. Early on, there is a mention of the code, but no real discussion about race or tropical makeup. This is more a celebration than any in-depth discussions. This is a feel-good party for old musicals, best for people who watched them in movie theaters. That's not me.