It’s rare to see a horror movie made with as much artistry as Matt Reeves’ “Let Me In,” and I think it’s all the more haunting because of that. The film focuses on developing a hostile environment over cheap screams, a move that pays off in spades over the course of the film.
Believe it or not, the blood-sucking adolescent vampire Abby (the omnipresent Chloe Moretz) is hardly the most menacing villain of the film. That dubious honor would belong to the bullies, who make life a living hell for the shrimpy but sweet 12-year-old Owen (Kodi Smit-McPhee of “The Road“) for no other reason than the fact that he’s an easy target. And they aren’t just name-callers or lunch money-stealers; they want to inflict potentially life-threatening pain. Maybe they are a little excessive, but after all, movies are a heightened reality!
The ravenous Abby inspires the unassuming Owen to fight back against his tormentors, and indeed he does. But she also teaches him a thing or two about friendship and love, which seems to innocuously bloom between the two outcasts. It’s this rose amongst a bed of thorns that gives “Let Me In” such a peculiar warmth and comfort amongst the bluntly portrayed horrors of Abby’s bloodlust.
All the while, there’s a peculiar undercurrent of Ronald Reagan and all that he has come to represent running throughout the film, an interesting setting change by Reeves. It’s easy to tell he has a real vision for the movie and tender compassion for its characters. That makes a difference in a horror movie, where everyone seems written only for the purpose of dying. B+ /
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