FILM REVIEW: Let the Right One In 

The Perfect Vampire Movie: Let the Right One In is far superior to Twilight

Let the Right One In
Starring Kåre Hedebrant, Lina Leandersson, and Per Ragnar
Directed by Tomas Alfredson
Rated R

It is a rare movie indeed that comes across as an instant horror classic, multilevel preteen wish-fulfillment fantasy, and art house critical darling all at once. Rarer still that such a movie should be coming soon to a theater near you. But then, chief among the strengths of Let the Right One In, director Tomas Alfredson's film of John Lindqvist's script of his own novel, is that special, subtle way it has of making rarity seem like commonality.

It's not to be confused with Twilight, a so-called "modern-day love story between a vampire and a human," based on Stephenie Meyer's bestselling novel, nor with HBO's True Blood, a vampire-human love story set in present-day Louisiana. Let the Right One In is the one that's set in Sweden and transcendently good — at once a viscerally immediate sketch of adolescence and a highly stylish, coolly Nordic genre reboot, without even one single false note.

Oskar (Kåre Hedebrant), a chalky-featured, forlorn, and morbidly curious 12-year-old, passes the suburban Stockholm winter by being bullied at school, slipping into wounded isolation, and edging toward psychopathy. But he has a strangely alluring, dark-eyed new neighbor, Eli (Lina Leandersson), "more or less" his own age and more or less a girl, who insists they can't be friends but seems to want to be. She also seems to have her own unique burdens of outsider-hood to bear. Most significantly: She's an immortal being who feasts on human blood.

They will come to understand the yearnings they have in common. Oskar's first stirrings of desire, way out of proportion to his self-awareness, and Eli's evident weariness of eternal life, compounded by a strange kind of survivor guilt, collide in an improbably moving combination of transgressive fantasy and lonely resignation. Importantly, the only other man in Eli's life is Håkan (Per Ragnar), now a middle-aged caretaker, whose role Oskar seems destined to inherit.

But to recount these details at all is to overstate them. Lindqvist is a beautifully efficient dramatist, and Alfredson has an audience-respecting knack for achieving clarity without ever stooping to spell anything out. It helps, too, that the performances are all so extraordinary — wise, truthful, unselfconscious — and that the atmosphere is so exquisite. In the same way cinematographer Hoyte Van Hoytema captures the highly if negatively charged auras of darkness and coldness, Alfredson's sound design team captures the emotive power of silence. So much of this movie's presence has to do with palpable absence.

Still, for all its boreal beauty and narrative restraint, Let the Right One In does not want for genre satisfactions — some of them indeed quite creepy and gruesome. Its few scenes of violence occur with a potent directness that is not obviousness; they're disturbing not for any gothic festoons or supernatural horror-flick gimmickry, but for being so grounded in familiar everyday details, so horrifyingly plausible. That goes as much for the schoolyard bullying as for the bloodletting, by the way, which only reaffirms the film's fortitude and delicacy of presentation.

Given the vicissitudes of big-screen distribution and other perils of modern moviegoing, it does seem unfair that Let the Right One In and Twilight should be in theaters at the same time. Not because the latter has the advantage of a readymade fan base and a PR juggernaut, but because the former has the advantage of absolute superiority. Yes, this one is the relative rarity — the one to see if your faith in movies about vampires, or about people, has been shaken. Rare needn't always mean endangered; sometimes it can mean enduring, even immortal.


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