30 Days of Night
November 1st 2007 01:00
Like the undead waiting anxiously for the night, I’m always hungry for a new vampire movie. Director David Slade, who made the thoroughly unnerving drama-thriller-with-horror-un dertones Hard Candy (2006), has helmed one of the best entries in the vampire horror sub-genre in years. I haven’t seen such ferocity since From Dusk Till Dawn (1995), except that flick was played for laughs, whereas 30 Days of Night (2007) ain’t very funny.
Based on a three-book graphic novel by Steve Niles and Ben Templesmith 30 Days of Night has re-injected the vampire myth with some serious bite! It’s neo-gothic, almost science fiction. The setting reminded me of the cold isolation of The Thing (1982) with the trapped desperation of Dawn of the Dead (1978). There are relationship issues too, and the movie finishes in vaguely poetic fashion.
It’s an American production from Ghost House Pictures (Sam Raimi and Rob Tapert), but it was shot in New Zealand near Auckland on a huge specially-built set which doubled as the main strip of Alaskan frontier town Barrow. A large portion of the cast is Australasian, and Peter Jackson’s Wellington-based company WETA handled the special effects which involved prosthetics as well as superbly integrated CGI work.
Once a year the tiny resource town of Barrow near the Artic Circle is plunged into darkness for a month as the sun sets over the horizon. It’s one long night that lasts thirty days. And it gets mighty damn cold as blizzards rack the township. Throw a marauding pack of blood-thirsty vampires into this freezing mix and you’ve got Hell on ice.
Sheriff Eben Oleson (Josh Harnett), along with his estranged wife Stella (Melissa George), and a handful of plucky locals, must hold out ‘til sunrise, while the savage immortals terrorise the village, slowly and surely devouring everyone in their path.
Director Slade and cinematographer Jo Willems have achieved a stunning look to the movie, de-saturated colours, earthy hues and dark red blood. The vampires themselves are the most hideous bunch I’ve seen in a while, with slanted narrow black eyes and nasty shark-like teeth. These sons-of-bitches are mean!
A bare bones plot provides ample room for a series of set-pieces which graphically escalate. I thought Slade was being restrained with the violence and gore, until the movie’s last third, and then he pulled out all the stops and delivered some truly grindhouse goodies. There’s a decapitation by axe that has to be seen to be believed, awesomely executed!
Acting, on the whole, is good. I’m not normally into Josh Harnett’s acting style, but he fitted the Sheriff role admirably. Melissa George maintained her American accent well, but many of the Kiwi actors slipped in and out. Perhaps I’m being picky, as I recognized a few of them, and so had my ears pricked. And speaking of recognition, my papa is in the movie! He has a bit part as old Gus, the town’s communications techie, whom is the first chump to fall prey to the vampire’s insatiable appetite. Dad barely managed to mutter a “What the hey … ? Who are you?!” line before he had his throat ripped out and his severed head planted on a stick. Love yer work dad, you’ve landed yourself in an instant cult classic, and made your horrorphile son proud!
Kiwi actor Manu Bennett is strong as Eben’s colleague Billy. And from the vampire clan there are two stand-outs: Megan Franich as the frenzied Iris and Andrew Stehlin as the monstrous Arvin.
Another element which adds to the movie’s intensity is the vampire’s arcane origins. You never find out where they’ve come from, although there is a suggestion in the movie’s opening images. They possess a strange archaic-sounding language which gives a chilling plausibility to their centuries-old lore. There’s also a cracking score from Brian Reitzell (drummer for Air) which at times utilises grinding electronic noises and tribal percussion to sensational effect.
30 Days of Night culminates in a combat stand-off between the Sheriff Eben and Marlow (how noirish), played with a brooding menace by Danny Huston (who was excellent in the western horror The Proposition, 2005). It’s a little far-fetched, but hey, reality has been stretched already, what’s a little more amongst undead mates? Love rears its convenient head and we’re left with a very stylised ending which suggests Stella the Vampire Slayer. Curiously it works, despite some guffawing from the audience.
If you like your vampires vicious, your protagonists at wits’ end, and your blood and gore poured on with increasing intensity, rather than trickled here and there, 30 Days of Night is the movie for you. It bites, then tears.
Here's the U.S. theatrical trailer (my papa is the guy in the hood alone with a torch who gets surrounded):
And here's a brief sequence of jeopardy:
And here's some ultra-violence to really get your teeth into:
Based on a three-book graphic novel by Steve Niles and Ben Templesmith 30 Days of Night has re-injected the vampire myth with some serious bite! It’s neo-gothic, almost science fiction. The setting reminded me of the cold isolation of The Thing (1982) with the trapped desperation of Dawn of the Dead (1978). There are relationship issues too, and the movie finishes in vaguely poetic fashion.
It’s an American production from Ghost House Pictures (Sam Raimi and Rob Tapert), but it was shot in New Zealand near Auckland on a huge specially-built set which doubled as the main strip of Alaskan frontier town Barrow. A large portion of the cast is Australasian, and Peter Jackson’s Wellington-based company WETA handled the special effects which involved prosthetics as well as superbly integrated CGI work.
Once a year the tiny resource town of Barrow near the Artic Circle is plunged into darkness for a month as the sun sets over the horizon. It’s one long night that lasts thirty days. And it gets mighty damn cold as blizzards rack the township. Throw a marauding pack of blood-thirsty vampires into this freezing mix and you’ve got Hell on ice.
Sheriff Eben Oleson (Josh Harnett), along with his estranged wife Stella (Melissa George), and a handful of plucky locals, must hold out ‘til sunrise, while the savage immortals terrorise the village, slowly and surely devouring everyone in their path.
Director Slade and cinematographer Jo Willems have achieved a stunning look to the movie, de-saturated colours, earthy hues and dark red blood. The vampires themselves are the most hideous bunch I’ve seen in a while, with slanted narrow black eyes and nasty shark-like teeth. These sons-of-bitches are mean!
A bare bones plot provides ample room for a series of set-pieces which graphically escalate. I thought Slade was being restrained with the violence and gore, until the movie’s last third, and then he pulled out all the stops and delivered some truly grindhouse goodies. There’s a decapitation by axe that has to be seen to be believed, awesomely executed!
Acting, on the whole, is good. I’m not normally into Josh Harnett’s acting style, but he fitted the Sheriff role admirably. Melissa George maintained her American accent well, but many of the Kiwi actors slipped in and out. Perhaps I’m being picky, as I recognized a few of them, and so had my ears pricked. And speaking of recognition, my papa is in the movie! He has a bit part as old Gus, the town’s communications techie, whom is the first chump to fall prey to the vampire’s insatiable appetite. Dad barely managed to mutter a “What the hey … ? Who are you?!” line before he had his throat ripped out and his severed head planted on a stick. Love yer work dad, you’ve landed yourself in an instant cult classic, and made your horrorphile son proud!
Kiwi actor Manu Bennett is strong as Eben’s colleague Billy. And from the vampire clan there are two stand-outs: Megan Franich as the frenzied Iris and Andrew Stehlin as the monstrous Arvin.
Another element which adds to the movie’s intensity is the vampire’s arcane origins. You never find out where they’ve come from, although there is a suggestion in the movie’s opening images. They possess a strange archaic-sounding language which gives a chilling plausibility to their centuries-old lore. There’s also a cracking score from Brian Reitzell (drummer for Air) which at times utilises grinding electronic noises and tribal percussion to sensational effect.
30 Days of Night culminates in a combat stand-off between the Sheriff Eben and Marlow (how noirish), played with a brooding menace by Danny Huston (who was excellent in the western horror The Proposition, 2005). It’s a little far-fetched, but hey, reality has been stretched already, what’s a little more amongst undead mates? Love rears its convenient head and we’re left with a very stylised ending which suggests Stella the Vampire Slayer. Curiously it works, despite some guffawing from the audience.
If you like your vampires vicious, your protagonists at wits’ end, and your blood and gore poured on with increasing intensity, rather than trickled here and there, 30 Days of Night is the movie for you. It bites, then tears.
Here's the U.S. theatrical trailer (my papa is the guy in the hood alone with a torch who gets surrounded):
And here's a brief sequence of jeopardy:
And here's some ultra-violence to really get your teeth into:
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Comment by JohnDoe
Film & TV on DVD
Will review it once I see it after the 8th of November
Comment by Bryn
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So You're Getting Married
And that was really your Papa there? That's awesome!!
Comment by Bryn
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cheers for that. I'd like to think I nailed it.
I haven't read the graphic novels, but its usually a rule of thumb that they original source material is better, although in the case of a comic being turned into live action, sometimes - but rarely - the live action is better.
And yup, that's my papa being torn apart.
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Nothing like a good vampire hunt.
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