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"Livet är att fly. Att stanna är döden."
So I evaded my domestic responsibilities today to join ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bunj in a matinee of Låt den rätte komma in (Let the right one in) at the Century. He was eager to see it as an antidote to all the Twilight nonsense about and, holy god, it was that! In fact, it was everything that princeofcairo promised it would be. The mise-en-scène--a desolate Swedish suburb in the middle of winter--was so enveloping that it messed with my sense of place. We returned to the car where I'd left my bag and I told my brother that I had the sense it was all quite different when we were here before--darker somehow. And this despite the fact that the sun had been out then and it was overcast now.
bunj in a matinee of Låt den rätte komma in (Let the right one in) at the Century. He was eager to see it as an antidote to all the Twilight nonsense about and, holy god, it was that! In fact, it was everything that princeofcairo promised it would be. The mise-en-scène--a desolate Swedish suburb in the middle of winter--was so enveloping that it messed with my sense of place. We returned to the car where I'd left my bag and I told my brother that I had the sense it was all quite different when we were here before--darker somehow. And this despite the fact that the sun had been out then and it was overcast now.
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