Jeremy Renner of 28 Weeks Later has stolen - or possibly ripped out and devoured - my heart.
LISTEN~ "When I got to London, the co-ordinator was actually inside with 100 infected people, in this room, and they're all just layin' there, just kinda groaning, and he, like, blows a whistle and then all of a sudden they start BLAARR RRARGH, they start freaking out!"
Oh, and the Spanish director Juan Carlos Fresnadillo is no slouch with the pretty, either.
He's like a mature, strangely sultry Fred Savage, no?
Obviously, this post is more of a hotness heads-up rather than a proper film review, so if you're still wary as to the scare-quotient of this tremendously accomplished sequel, watch it for yourself!
And thank me afterwards.