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John Ajvide Lindqvist’s original novel is one of my favourite novels, and I feel that having read it (sadly not in its original text) would have ended up dampening my own memories of Tomas Alfredson’s film adaptation, but watching it again as I find has also helped me with my own appreciation of the work. Beyond being what I had simply remembered it for being as romance between a bullied boy and a vampire, there’s yet another tale about the discovery of sexuality hidden underneath the surface through a clever allegory. Though not quite as explicit as the novel’s detailing, just looking at how well does this film adaptation function on its own creates a tangible universe in which Lindqvist had initially created for the screens already makes it worth talking about, for not only is this one of the best vampire films in recent memory (not like there really is much competition anyways) but also one of the most unique horror films of the past decade.