Remember back in February, when I told you about Let the Right One In? I think I’ve watched it a dozen times since then, and I still love it every bit as much. I watched it again a few nights ago, in fact, and was struck by how right the tone felt with the sense of coming autumn that’s in the air.
In particular, there’s a scene where young Oskar drops the needle on a 60s sounding 45, trying to look cool in front of Eli, and it really conveys so much of the raw feeling of adolescence– the gawky need to appear cool without being sure what that really is; the way the feeling of rock music resonates with your rushing hormones though the content of the lyrics is still distant and indecipherable; and for me at least, the way that the bite of chilled air and dark winter nights hook into the melancholy and maladjustment of puberty. Continue reading →
