Only Lovers Left Alive Movie Review
Vampires get the dramatic treatment in writer/director Jim Jarmusch's Only Lovers Left Alive, a bleak movie featuring a strong visual style and terrific performances by Tilda Swinton and Tom Hiddleston. Unfortunately, it also features a painfully slow story that will make you wish a vampire had sucked you dry hours earlier.
Hiddleston plays a depressed, reclusive vampire whose thoughts of suicide are thwarted at the last minute by his vampire wife (Swinton). The two spend their days talking, playing music and driving around Detroit, among other things, while the audience is forced to watch for unknown reasons.
Only Lovers Left Alive looks amazing. From the colors to the cinematography, the film is beautiful and a technical accomplishment. The camerawork makes the most of the production, bringing to life what there is to bring life to. In front of the camera, Hiddleston and Swinton have terrific chemistry and really own their characters from start to finish. Mia Wasikowska impresses in a supporting role.
Unfortunately, none of those feats can overcome the movie's glaring weakness: garlic. Oh, and that it's boring as fuck.
Only Lovers Left Alive is most definitely a character study, but not all character studies are boring as fuck. This one is. The movie drags from one scene to the next with very little happening, and even when stuff does [finally] happen in the final act, Jarmusch keeps things so low key you still won't care.
Critics loved Only Lovers Left Alive and it's not surprising why; regular moviegoers best not invite this movie into their homes.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.