
Lindqvist’s novel explores the enigmatic period of pre-teen youth, following the path of a 12 year old boy named Oskar who has been pushed to the brink by sadistic bullies. His life changes when Eli, a secretive girl next door slowly enters his life, becoming his only friend. The novel explores the darker side of humanity as Oskar discovers that Eli is no ordinary girl, in fact, she is not a girl at all-she is an immortal who feeds on the blood of others for survival. In a frantic bid to allow her survival, Eli’s ‘father’, a near-mute character, acts as a malevolent dogs body, roving the peaceful Stockholm town to perform brutal exsanguinations on her behalf. In Lindqvist’s original story, this character is offered even stranger depths and is billed as a paedohphile, explaining his relentless dedication to Eli. However, in both the Swedish and American film adaptations, this part of the tale is omitted to focus on other areas of darkness.
Reeves version is utterly faithful to the original film in many respects but he adopts a few tactics which give the story a distinctly ‘American’ feel. LET ME IN’S opening scene presents us with a distorted focus of melodrama. A man known only as ‘The Father’, (Richard Jenkins) is being rushed to hospital having disfigured himself with acid after attempting to murder a teenager. This opening, and the a dizzying car chase which leads to ‘The Fathers’ injuries, are two of the few departures from the original film.
Frame by frame, LET ME IN is near- identical to its Swedish counterpart. Reeves version is housed an isolated New Mexico mountains. The sad thing is, those mountains are blanketed in fake studio snow which makes almost every outdoor scene appear contrived. When watching LET THE RIGHT ONE IN, you could almost feel your joints aching as the Eli and Oskar walked through the frozen Stockholm landscape. The effect made it all the more terrifying as a lone character crunched their last footsteps in the snow.The main characters of LET ME IN are renamed Owen (Kodi Smit-Mcphee) the pained young loner, and Abby, our vampire misfit (Chloe Moretz, fresh from her revered role as Hit Girl in KICK ASS). Both offer enchanting performances which surpass their years, however, the films rushed pace lets them down in terms of character development. In LET THE RIGHT ONE IN, we are offered an insight into Oskar’s fixation on the occult as he hoards newspaper cuttings about gruesome murders. This is absent in the remake, affecting the audience’s perception of the relationship between the two. Chloe Moretz does sorrow better than most but lacks the troubling soulfulness of Lina Leandersson (Eli). The one thing that does feel genuine is the gentle romance between Abby and Owen letting us relive those touching lines of 2008, “Abby, will you be my girlfriend”, to which she replies “Owen…I’m not a girl”.
The main disappointment of LET ME IN is its use of unconvincing CGI for Abby’s gruesome action scenes. When we see first her first attack on a local, Abby becomes a computerised, manic figure that is reminiscent of Gollum from LORD OF THE RINGS. When Eli feeds from her victims in the original film, her face adopts a malicious hunger but still, her expression manages hold a sense of real pain and regret. When Abby bares her dark side, her look is demonic, like a zombie from 28 days later-her eyes say nothing but gore. This approach makes it difficult to connect with Abby, to remember the innocence we have already seen and so it begins to feel affected.Reeves adopts an interesting slant on the films chronology, making a point of the 1980’s setting, one which is housed in Reagan’s America when the Cold War was at its height. Reeves allows clever placement of Reagan’s ’Evil Empire’ speech, the focus on the Soviets as the evil outside, a creeping resonance to Abby’s presence in the town, the evil and unknown attacking the good. Reeves persists with this metaphor, and to an extent it enriches the film, what does not, is the constant injection of 80s kitsch. The Boy George look-alike behind the shop counter, the Bowie music the sweatbands-it all begins to feel forced.
This is by no means is a bad movie, the plot is near flawless and despite a few pitfalls, the two main characters develop an on screen relationship which holds real poignancy. As with LET THE RIGHT ONE IN, you are left asking the question, how far will one person go to be loved?
As can be expected, it does not surpass the genuine originality of Tomas Alfredson’s LET THE RIGHT ONE IN. Sadly, in monetary terms, it probably will. If you have never seen the original, then this film is for you. For the rest of us, let just hope the original sees a well deserved re-release someday soon.
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