Netflix and Kill: In which I watch really obscure horror movies on Netflix that I picked because I liked the title or the movie art.
Not since the abominable love affair between Buffy and Spike has there been a vampire relationship as unlikely as that between Arash and The Girl (that’s right … no name. “A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night” was that kinda film).
Art-house horror … is that a thing?
That’s the only way that I can think to describe the first-ever Middle Eastern vampire film (though it was filmed in California). Shot in black and white with dialogue in Persian and an Iranian director, “A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night” at times feels like an odd romantic comedy, a Western or one of those intentionally strange Obsession cologne commercials from the ‘90s.
I half expected Mike Myers to pop up and tell me that it was the time on “Sprockets” when we dance.
Of course we mock what we don’t understand, and there were instances when “A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night” was trying a little too hard to be strikingly stark but instead came across as self-important – for instance, The Girl playfully riding down the desolate streets of Bad City – but for the most part it is beautifully odd and filled with a sense of sorrow, loss and desperation befitting its minimalist approach.
But it’s also got a fair amount of bite. It’s the kind of movie that film snobs who go to the movies in suits and ties like to discuss, which means it’s the kind of movie the average horror fan (and nobody’s more average than me) will mostly nap through.
And while I’m glad I watched it and feel pretty proud that I stayed awake the whole time and only yawned like twice, it’s not a movie that I’ll mourn when removing it from My List on Netflix.
Frankly, I’d rather be watching Buffy.