You might know from reading my review of A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night (if you haven’t, go! Now!) that I appreciate a good vampire movie, so, enthusiastic about said movie, I fast-tracked Only Lovers Left Alive written and directed by Jim Jarmusch, a movie-maker whose body of work I actually have very little experience of. I know the name, of course, and I know he’s made a lot of movies, but any previews I’ve seen have never interested me too much. I came to this movie because of the subject matter, expecting it to be arty and somewhat pretentious, and that’s exactly what I got.
AT THE FOOTHILLS OF MADNESS 