No, no, not the band, though they are on heavy rotation on the ‘ol iPod (who does give a fuck about an Oxford comma? …me. I do).
Nope, this weekend was all about the vampire flicks, starting with the advent of my pre-ordered-in-January copy of the Twilight DVD. It showed up in the mail on Saturday afternoon and sent me careening through a star-struck, hallucinatory viewing of all bonus materials (super-fun, but not enough making out…though now that I type this, it occurs to me that no amount of making out would ever be enough. What can I say? At some point, the emotional-development train abandoned me at Station 17 and hasn’t been back since.).
After this insanity, I went to the gym for a couple hours to calm down (I know, right?) with the blinding, mind-wipe whiteout of the treadmill, and when I got back, another DVD was waiting for me in the mail. This time, it was a Netflix’d copy of the Swedish vampire film Let the Right One In, which a friend recommended. Apparently, there was all sorts of buzz about this back in the fall (which I somehow missed– did anyone else hear about it?), and it won all sorts of awards. Let me tell you, it deserved them. Not only is the storytelling in this film really finely wrought, but the girl who plays Eli is freaking amazing. There is no way in hell I could have comprehended the depth she brings to this character when I was her age.
Let the Right One In is definitely a horror flick; there are a couple stomach-turning scenes that are haunting me the way certain X-Files episodes used to crawl under my skin (damn you, Fox Moulder!). But the gore is incidental to the story rather than the point (not one of those How much red corn syrup can we use in this scene?! movies).
Check the trailer: