Thriller: They Call Her One Eye

I’ll cry when I’m done killin’

Thriller: A Cruel Picture was recommended by Moon in the Gutter, a fine movie blog. It’s Swedesploitation- a Swedish revenge picture, about a girl who was rendered mute by a sexual assault at a young age, who undergoes even more horrors in early womanhood, and wreaks her justice upon those who have wronged her. She cannot scream for vengeance, but she sure can inflict it.
Never get in a car with a guy named Tony

A very matter of fact depiction of what would have been called “white slavery” in the ’70s, young Madeleine misses her bus, takes a ride with a handsome cad in a sportscar, has a drink and wakes up shot full of heroin and forced to sign a contract that makes her a whore. Our mute heroine is played by the innocent darling Chrisina Lindberg- a gorgeous pin-up girl ubiquitous in the ’70s- a feisty yet naive brunette who is soon entrapped in a hell of addiction and debasement. She claws the face of her first john, and Tony brutally maims her to break her spirit, cutting her eye out with a scalpel. According to IMDb the shot was done with a corpse, and it’s easily one of the most disturbing eye shots you’ll see this side of Un Chien Andalou.
From then on “One-Eye” performs with a pink eye patch, servicing her customers silently to feed her addiction. The film proceeds with a minimalist neorealism, as One-Eye meets fellow enslaved prostitutes like Sally, who tells of her plan to save enough to flee to Switzerland to a rehab clinic. Eventually One-Eye manages to return home to her parents- who have killed themselves in their grief over her disappearance. Soon after, she spends her money on lessons in karate, shooting and stunt driving, in preparation for her revenge. This is interspersed with her sex work- johns such as a twisted photographer, a sadistic woman who wants to dominate her, and hardcore scenes with a beefy ape impaling her to disturbing synth tracks- a descent into madness.
Her revenge is a slow-motion death dance as she shotguns and kicks her way through johns, pimps, and police. Most impressive was a punch that spewed a laser whip of bright red blood from the victim’s mouth, as if he had a chameleon tongue. When the time comes, she changes into a black eyepatch and dons a long black coat- in fashion way before The Matrix and steals a police car, straight out of Vice City. It reminded me more of El Topo (full review) than anything else, though it lacks the obvious symbolism. Bright red blood, stylized death dealt without excitement. One-Eye’s silence becomes evocative as she quietly mows through her victims and coldly serves an unimaginable, fairy-story torture on her pimp, showing that you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it pull a man’s head off. Or can you?
The film was brilliant to me in its Michael Haneke-esque indictment of the viewer, taking a Penthouse and Playboy centerfold, making her a mute sex assault victim and a maimed prostitute, and making us watch her in hardcore sex scenes. It certainly drained the eroticism out of seeing her gorgeous body, whether that was director Bo Arne Vibenius’s intention or not. According to his bio, he wanted to make a sleazy picture to recoup the losses from his previous film and made an unlikely hit. It’s arthouse meets grindhouse, and just as disturbing today.

Let the Right One In

The last time I saw a vampire movie set in a wintry clime I was kind of bored. This time, I was riveted. Let the Right One In is a stunner from Sweden, a coming of age tale about Oskar (Kare Heerbrant), a bullied 12-year old boy who makes a friend one night when he sits outside, sticking a knife into a tree. Sitting on the monkey bars is Eli (Lina Leandersson), a quiet child who watches him with interest and no fear. Her eyes speak of a deep loneliness, something Oskar understands, and they each see a kindred spirit.

And yeah that’s a traditional Scandinavian knife.

Oskar has no one to turn to; his mother seems harried and unable to deal with him. She’s of little comfort, and his father is not at home. When he does visit him, Dad is immediately distracted when a friend comes over for a drink. Oskar is pushed aside, and indeed seems to shrink into himself, trying to disappear. When he meets Eli, things change. She solves his Rubik’s Cube overnight (the movie is set during the ’80s), and delights and intrigues him. Soon she intrigues us as well. These are two child actors who are naturals, and we are swiftly drawn into their tale.
It is a grim tale, in the same way Twelve and Holding is. It sets us in a childhood so dark and real that we question our own; could it have gone this way? Well, if we met a vampire, perhaps. We expect Eli to deal with the bullies, but a vampire has more than power, but the wisdom of age; the advice Oskar gets is from someone who knows the tyranny of the strong. The movie’s title comes from a vampire’s weakness of legend; they must be invited in. There are no stakes or garlic here, but Eli does live inside during Stockholm’s sparse winter daylight, solving puzzles, waiting for the sun to go down. It’s refreshing for such power to be tempered with weaknesses, something vampire stories have been loathe to do for a long time.

While there is blood and gore, and grim happenings both human and supernatural, what makes this movie gripping is the simple story of friendship between two outsiders, and their quiet dialogues. Oskar is fragile but no fool; Eli is cold, walks barefoot in the snow, and says she flew to his window. He knows what’s going on, and asks directly. It matters not, for they are friends by then, lonely ones, and the bond is already there. So when Oskar asks Eli to be his girlfriend, it matters little when the reply is “I’m not a girl.”

John Ajvide Lindqvist’s original novel has much deeper detail, and there’s a brief scene you might find gratuitous if you don’t pay close attention. Other subplots are sheared away, and I think the movie is better for them; you can read wikipedia and decide for yourself. The movie is dark enough. It is written by someone who understands bullies, and not just to use them as a plot point. There is even some laughter, but I’m not sure I’d call it Stand By Me meets Nosferatu, but if you need that sort of description, it’s as apt as any. It the mingles meat and bone brutality of a predator with quiet scenes of tenderness, such as when they tap in Morse code to avoid the sunshine (look at the IMDb trivia to find out what they say to each other).

The ending is utterly perfect. Vampires are left a mystery, with powers beyond our understanding and limitations even they cannot explain. Unlike 30 Days of Night, where they stomp around like T.Rex-toothed Russian mobsters, here director Tomas Alfredson masterfully gives us hints of hideous strength without showing us directly. The Lost Boys might be fun, but seeing vampires fly and hang from their toes like bats was hilarious, and took any fear out of it. In this movie, you’ll be terrified of a 12 year old girl who might be tapping at your window, beckoning to be let in.