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Review: Forget ‘Twilight.’ Jim Jarmusch’s ‘Only Lovers Left Alive’ Is the Only Vampire Movie You Need to See

Review: Forget 'Twilight.' Jim Jarmusch's 'Only Lovers Left Alive' Is the Only Vampire Movie You Need to See

If the fashionable bloodsuckers of the “Twilight” movies traded their frantic stares for expressions of ennui, they might have something in common with Adam (Tom Hiddleston) and Eve (Tilda Swinton), the retro cool vampires at the heart of Jim Jarmusch’s “Only Lovers Left Alive.” But that could never happen. Jarmusch’s characters are always too hip for the mainstream, which he reminds viewers by making a welcome return to the realm of deadpan comedies that put his work on the map in the first place. Not that he ever drifted too far from it.

A centuries-old couple bored with contemporary society, Adam and Eve spend part of the movie living separately in Detroit and Tangiers before uniting at each location, muttering refrains about modern culture and recalling better times. They have sparse company in their understated despair: An enjoyable John Hurt surfaces in a few scenes to play the stately Christopher Marlowe, still hurt by living eternally in the shadow of William Shakespeare. Eve’s horny younger sister Ava (Mia Wasikowska) crashes at Adam’s Detroit home in search of an excuse to party and briefly causes problems that, if they didn’t involve casual violence, wouldn’t seem out of place in a chick flick. But “Only Lovers Left Alive,” despite its unapologetically silly developments, also contains the wistfulness and wine-drenched romanticism of “Before Sunrise” and its sequels. For Adam and Eve, however, the coming dawn presents a literal barrier to enjoying their lives together to the fullest extent.

So each night is another zigzagging misadventure. The only real presence who instigates plot development, Ava gravitates toward musician Adam’s long-haired rocker pal (Anton Yelchin), one of several dazed humans whom the vampires tend to call “zombies” — a term that in this case sounds more like a pejorative reference to anyone not part of their immediate social circle. In Jarmusch’s amusingly offbeat and intentionally meandering narrative, the world is just not as chic as it was so many decades earlier. (You had to be there.) But then again, maybe that’s because the Detroit scenery can feel redundant after a while. In over 30 years of making movies, Jarmusch’s interest in the intersection of bland environments and vivid personalities fortunately hasn’t waned.

The lackadaisical nature of Adam and Eve’s world — their lack of urgency in spite of feeling frustrated with the immortal lives imposed on them — has turned them into brooding loners more inclined to talk than act. “This self-obsession is a waste of living,” one of them sighs after a lengthy period of introspection. Removed from the supernatural context, Jarmusch’s latest protagonists in this agreeably light, witty sketch of a movie fall in line with the bored, retro cool outsiders found throughout his oeuvre. It’s refreshing to see that, in Jarmusch’s world, even the undead have a lust for life and the capacity to complain about it with soul.

At best, Jarmusch’s movies find poetic ingredients lurking within the less glamorous regions of American society. From “Stranger Than Paradise” to “Broken Flowers,” the unremarkable settings engender darkly funny neuroses and a yearning for better lives. (Jarmusch’s last feature, “The Limits of Control,” was a confounding digression.) It’s these ingredients that make Jarmusch a prototypical American filmmaker, still one of the country’s best.

“Only Lovers Left Alive” was among five American features in competition at last year’s Cannes Film Festival. Together, they present a surprisingly linear view of 20th first century attitudes: James Gray’s classical Prohibition-era New York period drama “The Immigrant” provides an elegant treatment of the strengths and weaknesses involved in the pursuit of the American dream; Joel and Ethan Coen’s “Inside Llewyn Davis” captures the heyday of American folk music by exploring its reflection in one man’s directionless lifestyle; Alexander Payne’s “Nebraska” explores the isolation and interpersonal dramas associated with provincial life; Steven Soderbergh’s wildly amusing HBO biopic “Behind the Candelabra” magnifies late seventies pop culture through the tensions between bonafide artistry and kitsch that define Liberace’s legacy. Collectively, these features cover the gamut of American attitudes during several dynamic periods in their evolution.

But they are also each distinctive works married to the stylistic whims of their creators, perhaps none more so than “Only Lovers Left Alive.” If you can groove with Jarmusch’s patient, philosophical indulgences and his characters’ wooden expressions, the movie rewards with a savvy emotional payoff about moving forward even when the motivation to do so has gone. “It’s over for us, isn’t it?” Swinton’s vampire sighs when thinking about the past. But “Only Lovers Left Alive” is the latest suggestion that one America’s great modern auteurs has plenty left to say.

Criticwire Grade: A-

HOW WILL IT PLAY? Sony Pictures Classics releases “Only Lovers Left Alive” in limited release this Friday with more cities in store in the coming weeks. It has many ingredients working in its favor: the fan base for Jarmusch’s work, Swinton’s star power, strong word of mouth and the genre hook — of which suggest it should continue to perform well over the next month or so.

A version of this review ran during the 2013 Cannes Film Festival.

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