Only Lovers Left Alive (directed by Jim Jarmusch) may well be the perfect vampire movie. The vampire movie of my dreams, the one I’ve been waiting for.
After the film my husband admitted that he thought as he sat next to me “Yup, this is hitting all her erogenous zones.” And maybe it did, I mean, what’s not to love? Tom Hiddleston, hot. Tilda Swinton, awesome. John Hurt, classic. Vampire movies, sexy! That’s the obvious stuff, but there is so much more. As the hours pass, this film continues to unravel and unfold. It stayed with me long after I left the theater, as a good movie is want to do.
Now, I do think I should offer a disclaimer, or perhaps a warning, this isn’t your mama’s vampire movie. It should be noted that there is a distinct absence of heaving bosoms. And if you like your Vampire movies bloody and rare, then you may be left feeling wanting. Admittedly, it’s a bit anemic in the gore department. See what I did there, anemic, vampires… *ehm*.
I love how this film is a take on what it might be like for the undead to live in today’s gritty, grimy, polluted world. Adam’s (Hiddleston) take on things is dim and dismal. He’s a sad and brooding soul. Eve (Swinton) on the other hand is light, literally and figuratively. She’s optimistic, almost chipper. She represents hope. That may seem odd for a vampire but hey, once upon a time, they were humans too. There was a certain attention to detail that I found refreshing. Like, if you are given enough time you can attain something well beyond mastery of your favorite hobby or interest.
You might say, this is the thinking mans/woman’s vampire movie. Ultimately not the terrifying or gory vampire movie of yore, but I am OK with that. Very OK.
This movie is available right now on Blu-ray