Afterwards, we just laid down the prime coat. You just find yourself a neutral color (Relaxed Khaki, in this case) and use a spray gun to go over every room in the house. It doesn't have to be even or even pretty: that all comes later, with the primary coat. So it's easy if tedious work, made bearable by the fact that my brother and I could bullshit throughout the day about story ideas, movies we'd seen, and whether or not Iron Man sold out during the Civil War (he didn't, haters!).
Later that day I saw 28 Weeks Later, which I had been entirely prepared to skip until I read Lucius Shepard's comments on it, followed by an enthusiastic review from A.O. Scott at The New York Times. It's directed by Juan Carlos Fresnadillo, who made Intacto a few years ago, and it's a pretty damn good flick. It takes place during the early stages of an American-led effort to return the exiled British community to their island, and is set entirely in London. It's not as scary as the first one -- this one derives its scares from abrupt cuts, explosions of noise, and frenetic editing, which usually irritates the piss out of me but was well executed here. (Well, there is a scene with three people stumbling around in the dark, with only one night-vision gun sight between them to see by, which was creepy as hell.) This one's more of a thriller with zombies than a horror movie, but that's hardly a bad thing. What impressed me most about this was its unrelenting pessimism, and its absolute refusal to fall in love with its own characters. Sequels, I think, tend to be smaller and kinder than their progenitors, but in this case the opposite is true. My only real complaint was that one particular zombie kept showing up, which was a complete contrivance culminating in a scene which did not have any of the pathos I think it was meant to have ... but that's a small detail. It's a sweet little zombie flick, with a great ending. You should see it.