Brilliant vampire movie, thy name is Only Lovers Left Alive. Literate, laconic and full of lusciously languorous lassitude, it presents as ageless and au courant. Jim Jarmusch’s undead triumph introduces four vampires, though the V word is never used: Adam & Eve, Kit & Ava. Trust me, they are cooler than thou.
Tilda Swinton’s Eve is forevermore the gold standard in Vampire Brides, the ideal vampire wife.
Tom Hiddleston’s Adam is even more a rock-god than his Loki in Thor, only Adam is reluctant.
I’ve never been much of a vampire fan and even less a Jim Jarmusch fan, so a Jim Jarmusch vampire movie sounded like a bad idea on its face. Instead, Jarmusch’s perfectly conceived and executed vampire story makes Ann Rice’s Interview with the Vampire look like People Magazine, er, Vampire Magazine, in comparison. Jarmusch’s perfectly conceived story means his reach never has to extend beyond his grasp. Yet, like a Shakespearian production, it works as a font of cheap thrills and allusive entertainment both.
Humans who don’t normally go for vampire movies may want to see this one. A smart, sexy, sophisticated story, coupled with Swinton and Hiddleston’s perfect performances, make it a rare and truly special movie. They also make it Jim Jarmusch’s best movie ever. Hell, Only Lovers Left Alive could even be his epitaph.
Don’t fear this reaper. Only Lovers Left Alive deserves many human followers, though it won’t get them. Its seven year gestation period might be nothing in a vampire’s lifespan, but Jarmusch’s biblical fight for funding seems to have left his flick high and dry from a promotional POV. OK then, cult classic it’ll be.
Tilda Swinton leads the pancake makeup and teased hair crowd. Her sophisticated lady-about-town vampire Eve is a moviestar creation worthy of the actress who became Orlando.
Tom Hiddleston is entirely credible as Adam, a guy who is a rock god and romantic poet simultaneously. Or would that be sequentially over several centuries? Either way, Hiddleston perfectly plays the louche Brit.
Jim Jarmusch’s perfect vampire film isn’t especially scary, which some may view as a flaw but I view as inconsequential. Vampires appeal to us because they are übermenschen who live amongst us, look cool, have plenty of spending money and thrive after midnight. Darkly attractive bon vivants, as it were.
Jarmusch’s conceit is to have them nearly human: i.e. with superhuman abilities, of course, yet in need of phones and airliners. Thus we have the spectacle of a vampire with an iPhone, a white 4S I believe.
Not much blood and even less gore: Jarmusch’s Only Lovers Left Alive gets by on guile instead of guts.
Modest CircoReality liberties admirably ground Jarmusch’s movie, even if he goes all in with classical vampiric Physical and Bio reality liberties.