Friday, April 18, 2014

Only Lovers Left Alive



3 1/2 out of 4 Stars

If you’re a fan of the recent revival of vampire films or a passionate fan of all things hip and indie, then Only Lovers Left Alive is the film to see.  Tilda Swinton and Tom Hiddleston play Adam and Eve, two blood-thirsty vampires living in a world of zombies (humans).  Adam has grown depressed over the recent century as he lives as a reclusive musician in Detroit while Eve is skipping the light fandango in Morocco’s clubs along with a fellow bloodsucker, Marlowe (A sagely John Hurt). As Adam contemplates suicide, Eve flies out to Detroit to see her estranged husband.                                                                                 
                   
By day, both lovers sleep. By night, they sip on the finest Type-O blood bought from a surgeon (a funny, yet underused, Jeffrey Wright), to avoid their old habits of sucking the life out of any living person. Apart from the blood-drinking, Adam and Eve listen to jukebox 45s, drive around Detroit touring the abandoned buildings, and pining for the scientists and great thinkers they once ran in circles with; Eve believes Adam’s depression came from hobnobbing with that “arrogant ass” Lord Byron. Their reunion is interrupted by the arrival of Eve’s sister, Eva (Mia Wasikowska), a freewheeling vampire who flew from L.A. (“zombie city,” according to Adam) to Adam’s apartment.                                                                              

The queen of the indie film scene, Tilda Swinton’s second collaboration with Jim Jarmusch adds to the seasoned actress’s roster of working with some of the most diverse and celebrated filmmakers and delivering an ethereal and warm performance as Eve. Tom Hiddleston is funny and haunting in his portrayal as the cynical Adam. Rather than going off the deep end and waxing poetic about death as if he were Jim Morrison, Hiddleston reigns in Adam’s pessimism with Jarmusch’s wit and surreal observations.  Mia Wasikowska’s blithe spirit and presence in the film brilliantly counteracts with the philosophical musings of death and the past.       

Jim Jarmusch gives the middle finger to the Twilight series and Vampire Diaries with his cool, sexy, and darkly funny look at the dead surviving through music, literature, and love. Like his previous masterpieces like Down By Law, Mystery Train, and Dead Man, Jarmusch focuses on strangers in a strange world as Adam and Eve wander through the night clubs in Detroit and Tangiers contemplating what the future holds for themselves and for those around them. Like Scorsese before him, Jarmusch’s ear for music has helped enhance the cinematic experience; if you don’t believe me, I defy you to watch Dead Man and not be stunned by Neil Young’s score or Ghost Dog as the Wu-Tang Clan’s music adds to edginess of the film. In the case of Only Lovers Left Alive, Jarmusch’s personal alt-rock band, Squrl, and minimalist composer, Jozef Van Wissem, give life to the living dead. Part vampire tale, part love letter to Detroit, Only Lovers Left Alive is a cynical, yet optimistic film about love.