Pale-as-ice Tilda Swinton as Eve, at last the on-screen vamp(ire) I have always envisioned of her. Simultaneously old and young, ethereal and earthy; qualities even reflected in her on-screen visage.
Tom Hiddleston as Adam, the ageless hipster buried in 45-rpm vinyl and metal-flake guitars.
Both mentored by Christopher Marlowe, the ageless bard of Tangiers, immortalized on-screen by John Hurt.
The deserted dystopia of Detroit, where only the immortal stay. And a tantalizing hint of how the Motor City may yet arise from the ashes, in the foresight of Swinton’s Eve.
Their dark decadence of decay, upended by a visit from Ava (Eve’s bratty younger sister, played by Mia Wasikowska).
Jim Jarmusch’s ONLY LOVERS LEFT ALIVE tells the tale of two fragile and sensitive vampires, Adam (Tom Hiddleston) and Eve (Tilda Swinton), who have been lovers for centuries. Both are cultured intellectuals with an all-embracing passion for music, literature and science, who have evolved to a level where they no longer kill for sustenance, but still retain their innate wildness.
Driven by sensual photography, trance-like music, and droll humor, Jim Jarmusch’s ONLY LOVERS LEFT ALIVE is a meditation on art, science, memory, and the mysteries of everlasting love.