Why Let The Right One In is the Best Vampire Story of All Time
With the influx of glitzy overly-romanticized vampire books, movies and television shows—True Blood, Vampire Diaries, and everyone’s favorite sparkling diamond-esque vampire flick Twilight to name a few—I think we’ve lost sight of the disgusting horror that is vampirism. Drinking blood is, well . . . repulsive and shouldn’t be deemed an admirable or attractive trait. With all the making out in the above referenced, you’d think there would be some mention of the blood-sucker’s foul, rotten breath, but no. Let The Right One In is different, however.
Let The Right One In—be it the original Swedish 2004 novel or subsequent 2008 movie adaptation, the 2010 English language remake titled Let Me In, or indeed the its stage productions—is a refreshing and honestly grotesque look at what vampirism would be if it were a real disease. Twelve-year old vampire Eli (or Abby depending on which version you are referring to), without a steady stream of blood is a dying body—a bag of decomposing cells and severe nausea, releasing a foul odor that only grows with every malnourished moment that passes. She (as the novel points out, originally born a boy) doesn’t amorously seduce her prey but has an older man as a guardian that poses as her father and brutally kidnaps and drains her victims, hanging them upside down from trees and slitting their throats much like a deer carcass, their warm life-giving blood collected in a five-gallon jug. If her keeper is for whatever reason unable to provide, then the young vampire femme fatal attacks her prey like a fierce and rabid animal. There is no sexy seduction. There is no soft neck biting. Only brutal and animalistic feeding, the helpless victim’s eyes wide and bouncing around as they choke on their own blood, their flesh torn in agonizing fashion, their knowing that this is the end.
But Let The Right One In is much more than a simple vampire story, much much more, and there are some beautiful and disturbing layers that create such depth, such character development, that this story rests on a level high above any vampire tale before or since.
Besides the bullying and Eli-Owen dynamic, there is the relationship between Eli and her keeper too. You can tell they truly care for each other and his jealousy unmasks itself as the little vampire becomes closer to the boy next door. At times, their relationship appears to be of a father and daughter. Other times it appears to be of a slave and his master. You can’t help but to root for this guy as he clumsily botched his murder attempts, almost getting caught, getting scolded by Eli using a demonic voice, and ultimately dying in excruciating pain to protect the young girl, a life of total servitude and selflessness. There are also some hints of pedophilia thrown in, an interestingly creepy and realistic part to the story and something not really seen in other vampire stories, even the ones pertaining to youths.
Let The Right One In brings you face to face with divorce and the tribulations that children go through during, it examines terrifying bullying, pedophilia, the battle between good and evil—both internal and external—and a love between a young boy and girl that offers a chance for redemption. There’s a reason why this is the best vampire story of all time and the best book overall of any genre. This story has such depth, and so many layers, that it would be great even without the vampire element. You can’t say that about any other vampire story because that’s all they have—vampires. Remove bloodsuckers from True Blood, there’s nothing but European actors taking a half-assed stab at country accents. Do the same with Vampire Diaries, and all you have are some teenage kids with not nearly enough drama or romance to keep a story going. Twilight… well, you get the idea.
Do yourself a favor and read the book and watch both versions of the movie, both offer a little something to the pot, neither of which involves sassy vampires that glimmer in the sun and drive bad ass sports cars, which is a damned good thing. We’ve had enough of that.
If there’s a moral to this story, it is this: be careful of who you invite into your lives and only let the right ones in.
MATT MICHELI