Art House Golden
Rule: One must love Jim Jarmusch, he
of “Night on Earth.” But his latest film is “Only Lovers Left
Alive,” a vampire flick that itself seems eternal, a dark slog made for Gen
Xers who covered their dorm walls with Trent Reznor posters, and still have
only one weekly load of laundry: Black and very, very dark gray. I squirmed as
120+ minutes ticked by. Oh, Jarmusch spins amazing ideas on death of
innovation -– music, poetry, the American car –- in a world of YouTube
fame. Mass consumerism is the true mark of the undead. But, damn, how many
slo-mo shots do we get of Tilda Swinton stalking down Tangiers alleyways as fat
guys leer? She and Tom Hiddleston (Loki from “Thor”) are
husband and wife, her living in North Africa with books, he in
Detroit with his music, bemoaning the death of the once-thriving
metropolis that gave us Chevys. I tried to bite and drink, but the Jack White
as a vampire joke? Wooden stake. “Only” only comes alive when luminous Mia Wasikowski
appears as a bloodsucker with no self-control. She’s sent packing too
soon. C+
Monday, June 30, 2014
Only Lovers Left Alive (2014)
Labels:
2014,
Africa,
art,
books,
Detroit,
Fame,
Generation X,
Jack White,
Jim Jarmusch,
Mia Wasikowska,
music,
Tangiers,
Tilda Swinton,
Tom Hiddleston,
undead,
vampires,
YouTube
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Wasn't a fan of this film either. Definitely check-your-watch territory.
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