Movie Review: “Let Me In”

There are monsters who wander the halls of our schools, selecting victims, destroying lives.

We call them bullies. And they’re the real beasts of Matt Reeves’ “Let Me In,” his bloody, almost note-for-note remake of the Swedish tween vampire hit, “Let the Right One In.” Whatever horrors the bloodsucker unleashes on 1983 Los Alamos, New Mexico, they’re not as immediate as the no-holds-barred brutality of a gang of middle schoolers who torment poor Owen (Kodi Smit-McPhee).

Owen is an odd 12 year old, a sad, sensitive loner who steals from his mom’s purse so he can buy candy, the sort of skinny kid who doesn’t join in most sports and who earns daily assaults and atomic wedgies for it.

But Owen has a new neighbor. She’s his age. Yes it’s winter and no, she often doesn’t wear shoes out into the snow. Her “dad” (the peerless Richard Jenkins) is secretive and strange. But Owen could use a friend.

“Just so you know, I can’t be your friend,” are pretty much the first words out of her mouth. “That’s just the way it is.”

He is smitten, understandable since Abby is played by the beguiling Chloe Moretz (“Kick Ass,” “Diary of a Wimpy Kid”). And eventually, she relents on the whole “friend” thing. All he has to do is invite her in.

Reeves re-sets this story in the Reagan era, and makes Owen’s mom religious, bitter over her impending divorce and always watching religious programming (including Ronald Reagan speeches). He doesn’t develop that religious subtext. And, oddly, the “Cloverfield” director tells chunks of the story in flashback, following a cop (Elias Koteas) who is trying to figure out if a “Satanic cult” is behind the rash of ritual murders that now rivet the town.

Smit-McPhee (“The Road”) suggests an innocent creepiness, a child who peeks in on his sexy neighbors through his telescope, who practices face-offs with his school tormentors with a newly-bought pocket knife. His Owen seems childish, but capable of terrible things.

Moretz is fast staking out the title “Next Jodie Foster.” Her performances are always good, but in her last two films, directors have sexualized her — given her Lolita lighting and wardrobe. Like the original Swedish film, there’s a touch of the kinky, if not just the inappropriate.

And Dylan Minnette, as Kenny, is every amoral 12 year old villain you’ve ever read about — a sociopath in a Justin Bieber bowl-cut. Minnette’s bullying menace reminded me of the early Matt Dillon teen thug performances.

The digitally-augmented vampire attacks are marginally more convincing than the ones in the “Twilight” films, and Moretz’s Abby is a poster child for how messy “real” vampires would be — the opposite of the kabuki Cullens of Forks, Washington.

It’s not quite as chilling and offers up only a couple of real jolts in the fright department. But in casting Jenkins as Abby’s tormented “dad,” in illustrating how bullies are made (it’s passed down) and in maintaining, through every blue or amber winterscape, a genuine sense of disquiet, Reeves has Americanized a very good foreign film without defanging it.

Cast: Chloe Moretez, Kodi Smit-McPhee, Richard Jenkins, Elias  Koteas

Director: Matt Reeves

Running time: 1 hour 55 minutes

Industry rating:  R, for strong bloody horror violence, langauge and a brief sexual situation.

About these ads
This entry was posted in Reviews, previews, profiles and movie news. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s