
it's rare that i'd fault a film for insufficient pilfering, but
30 Days Of Night is the exception: regardless of Slade's own considerable talents and instincts, i spent a good deal of the film wishing he'd spent his downtime screening and re-screening
The Thing and
Assault On Precinct 13, notepad by his side. it's obvious, handsome and moody though the film is, that Carpenter's knack for sustained, intimate tension would be a great help, but Slade takes it at his own muddled pace, so we never get a definitive feel for the geography or timeframe, and that hobbles an otherwise frightening film. still, there's little to grumble at technically; an extended bird's eye tracking shot of the town under vampire seige is surely one of the most striking setpieces in recent horror.
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