'I wanna get my hands on those murdering bastards.'
'That'll pass Cliff, everything passes.'
Woah. I was not expecting that. Like an existential 'First Blood' that transcends 'revenge movie' into something far weightier through a brilliant script and lead performances.
It predates and near-enough renders 'First Blood' worthless guff. And I [used to] love 'First Blood'.
Only Lovers Left Alive isn't nearly as hip as it thinks it is; the constant name-dropping is cringe-inducing as is much of the clunky dialogue. I did wonder if it was meant to be a comedy but it's just not very funny. The most interesting parts were seeing run-down Detroit by night but that just made me wish I was watching Requiem for Detroit again.
Who'd have thought a movie by Jim Jarmusch about vampires with Tilda Swinton, heaps of dusty old vinyl, beautiful first edition books and vintage recording equipment could be so tedious?