By BeRightBack
Hypernaturalistic yet lyrical, beautiful yet brutal, it’s like a Swedish Twilight except the vampire half of the tweenage love story is a girl and possesses a pair of motherfucking balls. So it’s not like Twilight at all. But it is maybe the most emotionally true portrayal of the dramas and traumas of childhood since Fanny & Alexander. Best seen while sucking anxiously on a blood-red cherry Icee.
6 responses so far ↓
adamstreeter // January 6, 2009 at 3:28 am
How do you know when you’ve let the right one in?
You let him spend the night!
A-oh!
wordsmoker // January 6, 2009 at 9:11 am
I’m 28 minutes into watching this, based on your review, and it’s the best thing I’ve seen in a long time.
vaquero // January 6, 2009 at 7:05 pm
It’s saved in my netflix queue.
loquaciousmuse // January 7, 2009 at 9:39 am
Well. Said.
I wish it had a chance of winning the Oscar! Stupid rules.
jpeca // January 8, 2009 at 2:37 am
Excellent film but, hmm, are you sure she had balls? Thanks for spreading the love.
BeRightBack // January 8, 2009 at 1:28 pm
jpeca: I meant metaphorically. I remember that quick, um, “cut” too.