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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2008-12-02 08:14 pm

You're not a kid, you're a monster, monster, monster

I don't think I can call Låt den rätte komma inLet the Right One In—the most beautiful film I've seen in theaters this year, because The Fall so amazed me, but it's right up there. So many directors could have taken its core handful of elements and gone for sheer splatter, suspense, even black comedy; instead it's a character piece, like the color of winter twilight, at once remote and tender, not obvious, not comfortable. Am I making it sound like a piece of sculpture, serene and chilly? Some of what I loved about the film is that it's messy: you're dying to be alive when you're twelve years old. Children are monsters. Only some of them drink blood. Only adults are sentimental about it. Let the old dreams die. I don't want to see it remade. I do want to read the book. I want to see what this writer and director do next. And for God's sake, no more sparkling.

[identity profile] handful-ofdust.livejournal.com 2008-12-03 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Yes! I knew you'd love it.;) And you're absolutely right, of course, about the innately monstrous nature of childhood. That's why no one should ever be forced to stay IN that state, let alone for 250 years (or so) at a time...

I read the book after seeing the film, and was very interested by the ways in which the two deviate, Particularly during that momentw hen Eli begs Oskar to "be me...be me, for a while..." In the book, this leads straight into a flashback in which she shows Oskar her origin--very specific details, a terrible fairytale with Gilles de Rais overtones, though possibly dating to the 1700s rather than the 1430s; in the movie, it seems considerably more subtle. I like lacunae generally, so the lack of explicit explanations works really well for me--it reminds me of the vampire in Stainless, who's physically more mature than Eli but so old (and uneducated) otherwise that she remembers very little about where she came from, why she's done what she's done or what she was like before she became what she is now. (Being an eternal twelve-year-old sure wouldn't help with that, either, I'd think.)