Habit ★★★★

One of my biggest complaints about the movies is when characters with entry-level jobs have incredible apartments. As a counter to this consider Sam’s home in this film. His bedroom is so cramped that the mattress is abutted against three of the walls. The sink is never clean. His view is of another building. When he cooks something you can almost smell it. There are numerous other examples I could list of the film’s verisimilitude, but the point here is that the film’s milieu feels so real — it’s set principally in Manhattan’s Lower East Side, and, right now, I can take you to other apartments just like this one — that its plot about whether or not the person he starts dating is a vampire is incidental.