Doomsday

By Robbie Collin

IN Doomsday's vision of the future, the city of Glasgow is overrun by feral tribes of deranged, tattooed, beer-swilling maniacs.

Even as an Edinburgh boy, I'm leaving that one well alone.

The film opens with a killer virus decimating Scotland, and the military rebuilds Hadrian's Wall to contain the infected.

Decades later, the strain resurfaces in London—so a team of English soldiers led by Rhona Mitra head across the border to seek out survivors and a possible cure.

It's 28 Days Later, 28 years later. But despite some great camera work, Doomsday's doomed by its weak characters and rambling, bitty plot.