Twilight for Grown-Ups

Decidedly I have never frequented this blog with discussions of films or television. My last foray into that area saw a review of the Spanish horror masterpiece, [rec.], and justifiably so. Last night, I was enraptured, taken, wholly entranced by a Swedish classic, Let The Right One In. A young boy, bullied at school, intelligent yet weak, separated from his idol, his father, attends to the rituals of burgeoning awareness and routine loneliness. And then a girl moves in next door. Oskar meets Eli among the snow, and a friendship begins that we fear cannot continue. It's a film of curiosity, identity, the ambiguity of ideals, the complexity of love, the relationship between possibility and impossibility, and the fine line between mortality and immortality. We're aware of the closeness of opposites, and how this limits our expectations. We regret our conceptions. Eli is unfathomably wealthy, but incapable of using this wealth. Oskar wishes to kill for revenge, but Eli kills because she has to. The piece evades all classification. To call such a film a vampire movie or a horror movie would be a gross misjudgement. It is yours for the taking, dear reader. For fear of trespassing on your enjoyment, I withhold much of what I wish to say. Stop what you are doing and watch the best film of the year.