I went to see Jim Jarmusch’s vampire movie Only Lovers Left Alive. Sometimes I worry that I’m not cool enough to watch a Jim Jarmusch movie. And actually I sometimes think that maybe Jim Jarmusch worries that he’s not cool enough either, otherwise why does he work so hard at it? Every detail, very accessory has to be so uber-hip you wonder if he’s just disguising some terminal inner squareness, but that’s another story.
Certainly the vampires in the movie are way too cool to do any eating. They don’t do much drinking either except for blood, which they certainly enjoy a LOT.
Both Tilda Swinton and Tom Hiddleston also get to suck on blood popsicles, which I think is a nice touch.
Throughout the film I was reminded (and maybe Jarmusch intended it) of another hip vampire movie; Tony Scott’s The Hunger – (Bowie, Sarandon, Deneuve) and again they’re not hungering after a nice big sandwich.
But certainly Deneuve let’s some wine pass her lips, in the company of Sarandon; and within the movie it does seem to be wine rather than blood. Of course things soon get out of hand.
Sarandon spills wine on herself, dabbing at it does no good, the shirt has to come off – and well, you can guess the rest.
I must say that Tilda Swinton looks as though she never had a square meal in her life, although here she is with a tray of cupcakes.
Does Jim Jarmusch ever eat? Seems unlikely, though Neil Young might possibly be handing him some kind of foodstuff here:
Ultimately though, as his pal Tom says: