A dizzy mix of 28 Weeks Later and Mad Max which should, if nothing else, prove excellent at giving your girlfriend a nosebleed. Headlining a daft plot, Rhona Mitra is on some sort of super athletic redemption mission in zombie land. It'll be the loudest film of 2008 and, with tight vests and nipples you could hang your hat on, with outrage as many feminist activists as it delights psychopaths.
When? March 14