ONLY LOVERS LEFT ALIVE – Review by Kristy Puchko
The surge of vampire film and television series has given us everything from sparkly undead dreamboats of Twilight, to sulky vamp-bro love triangles of The Vampire Diaries, and oversexed shenanigans of True Blood. But in Jim Jarmusch’s Only Lovers Left Alive, a new breed of the beguiling undead rises. The indie auteur behind such lauded films as Dead Man and Broken Flowers wades into the rich mythos of vampires to pick and choose what appeals to him. His vamps are a sophisticated yet feral breed with an intimidatingly chic yet hodgepodge appearance who—of course—love vintage rock ‘n’ roll. They are glorious. They are infinite. They are monsters, yet deeply and delightfully human. Read more>>