Art, Big Fuckin Art.

Title: Let The Right one in
Director: Tomas Alfredson

I’m not sure what art is, I can’t give a definition or a basic example of it, however I can tell you one thing, art sure isn’t a bunch of narcissistic post-pubescent twats sitting around talking about their ‘craft’ or their ‘inspirations’. No my friends that’s just bullshit. Artists tend to spend more time working than talking, you meet a kid who talks more about his ‘art’ than actually ‘arts’ that my friends is a classic example of a wanker, the kind of kid whose parents spent their entire lives telling them they were special, but their teachers never reciprocated this, so now having left this setting they now truly feel that they are as ‘special’ as their parents said they were. These people are special. They’re retarded. So next time you meet one just nod and ask if he needs a diaper change or try help him remove his head from his ass.
“Let the Right one in” on the other hand is art, big fuckin bloody art.
Tomas Alfredson gives us his vampires, dark, obsessive, manipulative and frighteningly human, with a moral compass which is rooted in the scarcity of their sustenance. He sprinkles them onto this poetic coming of age tale about Oskar who deals with the perils of being in3-D at age 12. You know the usual run of the mill shit, bullies, puberty, over-active sex drive, divorced parents a vampire girlfriend. Yeah his girlfriend Eli is a vamp, and she gets naked which doesn’t really get a rise out of you as much of a “what the fuck?” This world is constructed beautifully and poetically, Vampires are not trivialized or given centre stage instead they’re just the vampire, like the murderer next door, they do what they do, because they feel its necessary. Eli’s causes havoc all over town by chomping down on people with the assistance of her sycophantic assistant. Who’s more Lurch than Geoffery. The really terrifying aspect of the film is the prospect of growing up and all the fucked up things that occur between birth and death. Oskar deals with a mountain of challenges ranging from his suspiciously pedophilic gym teacher, to the local psychopathic bully who tries to stab his eye out. Alfredson juxtaposes Oskar’s maniacal and violent desires with Eli’s uncontrollable urge to eat people, its smaktastic and throws a few middle fingers at the whole concept of the innocence of children. OH YEAH!
Man is it pretty and fuck scary, this dark, icy Nordic tale, just stinks of yes and AMAzing. It highlights the extent to which the influence of the Bergman crowd has on the current crop of Nordic Filmmakers, And Bergman being the serial ass kicker that he was has passed this gene onto Afredson.
It’s really cool and ‘arty’ and fuckin scary at the same time and is filled with real quality scenes which only someone having experienced the nightmare of being 12 could understand.
In the end what makes the film so extra Yes! Is its intricate beautiful cinematography, pissing out these fantastic Nordic blues and dark reds across the snowy Scandinavian landscape, married to phenomenal mis-en-scene which creates a dark, slow, poetic painful flick which will have you shitting your pants and weeping at the same time.
It’s fuckin quality and dare I say it Art. Alfredson goes to town on this flick and creates a haymaker which will leave you touched in all the right places in all the wrong ways.
I give it 8 Hoers!