CALL ME SNAKE

A DVD review of “30 Days of Night” by Tom Russo in Sunday’s Boston Globe hit it on the head, bringing up a favorite theme of mine: “vampires recast as today’s speedy zombies.” I’ve mentioned, of course, on many occasions that zombies in recent movies have become hyperkinetic, manic, frenzied (the 28 Days/Weeks series, as well as the new Will Smith vehicle, as opposed to the plodding lumbering zombies of old (“Night of the Living Dead,” “Dawn of the Dead,” etc.). Now, according to Russo, even vampires–the very definition of languorous, have gone hyper. What’s the big rush, I say? The blood’s not going anywhere. Nor is the flesh. If you ask me, we all ought to take a chill pill–zombies and vampires, included–and stop all this racing around. The stress of all that can be harmful and just might kill us. Well, at least that’s my two cents worth. And now I’ve gotta run.