While The Social Network gets all the big press this weekend -- and don't get me wrong, I'm going tomorrow night -- this morning's New York Times features a rather warm A.O. Scott review of Let Me In, seeming to confirm my suspicion that this "remake" may actually play better than the original.
And though it teases out the usual horror movie sensations of dread and anxiety and eyes-averted disgust, this movie also makes a direct and disarming play for affection, eliciting in viewers something akin to the awkward, resilient tenderness that is its subject.
“Let Me In,” Matt Reeves’s worthy and honorable remake of “Let the Right One In,” Tomas Alfredson’s Swedish adaptation of the novel by John Ajvide Lindqvist, is disturbing because it takes you inside the minds of its young main characters, Owen in particular.
The story holds a few surprises, but what makes “Let Me In” so eerily fascinating is the mood it creates. It is at once artful and unpretentious, more interested in intimacy and implication than in easy scares or slick effects.
The first movie was able to be an adult vampire movie about pre-teens. If the American version can do the same thing (at a slightly faster clip and with a touch less pretention), I'll be thrilled.
Own Gleiberman of Entertainment Weekly agrees, beginning his B+ review with:
...yet the surprise of Let Me In is that director Matt Reeves (Cloverfield) hasn't just remade the Swedish cult vampire film Let the Right One In(2008) into a more fluid and visceral movie. He's made it more dangerous.