by
Christopher Barr
Her lips suck forth my soul: see where it flies.
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.”
- Christopher Marlowe
Some
spoilers ahead.
Only Lovers Left Alive is an infectiously moody film by Jim Jarmusch, about two vampire
lovers that live their undead nocturnal lives hidden away from the humans, the living that
they call “Zombies”. Adam is a depressed, Kafkaesque, musician that
lives in a dilapidated house in a deserted area of Detroit and his wife Eve is
a blithe, optimist that lives in Tangier, Morocco. The film is a welcomed relief from the vampire craze of the laughable Twilight Series and any number other versions on the mythology. The non-glamorous bloodsucking films like Kathryn Bigelow's Near Dark and Abel Ferrara's The Addiction are but only a couple of ambient, somewhat forgotten films that this film echoes.
The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds
Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day;
But on the ground, among the hooting crowds,
He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.”
– Charles Baudelaire


Adam is self-loathing and suicidal which is why he
gets Ian to acquire him a bullet made out of densely hard wood so he can shoot
himself. Adam is deeply disheartened at the direction the zombies are
living their lives, bled of all inspiration. He’s disappointed with
people for ruining what they have for superficial reasons like greed, power and religion.
Adam goes to the hospital periodically to purchase a
supply of blood from a resident doctor. He dresses like a doctor, wearing
a name tag that reads, Dr. Faust, as he slips in during the graveyard shift to
get his blood to feed his addiction. Like Eve and Marlowe, Adam takes his
supply to the comforts of home and pours some blood in a high Port glass, opens his mouth and lets the red thick liquid spill onto his tongue and cascade down his throat, causing warmth,
relaxation, a pleasant rush, and euphoria. Very clean and quite civil,
unlike most other films about vampires, these ones are refined creatures.

Here we begin to see that Eve has a unique sensory
ability, where she can touch something and that something speaks to her heavily
about when it was published, it communicates the story of the actual book
through tactility. Most interested, curious people have this ability but
for Eve it has been delicately nurtured for many centuries. This makes
her hyper-sensitive in a way that most of the living would never and could
never experience during their lifetime.

This is where the film’s brilliance explores, subtly,
the theme which is; these two have a unique prospective of the decline of
civilization. They have lived through the best of times and the worst of
times, but here and now during our time, they see what we have done, they see
how mankind has fallen in on itself. They see the failure of the program
that promised that if we give our all and work hard we will gain wealth and
prosperity.
“One of the first signs of the beginnings of
understanding is the
wish to die. This
life appears unbearable, another unattainable.
One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die;
one asks to be moved from the old cell,
which one hates, to the new one, which one will
only in time come to hate.”
– Franz Kafka
Eve and Adam go back to his place and listen to old
vinyl records and talk about what’s bothering Adam, enough for him to want to
kill himself with a wooden bullet. Here we see that Eve is clearly the
more spiritual one of the two, she’s of-the-earth and as a result she sees beauty
where Adam can only see darkness. He looks at the world on a more
scientific level and what he sees is how, the religious right have sabotaged scientific growth, whether it was Pythagoras, Galileo, Copernicus, Newton and
Tesla or how most of the Zombies still don’t fully except Darwinism.
"I don't care that they stole my idea, I care that they don't have any of their own."
- Nikola Tesla

Tesla remains a forgotten figure in the world of popular
science, only Leonardo da Vinci could hold a candle to the brilliance of Nikola
Tesla, a man murdered for defecting to the United States and inventing a
technology, alternating current, which could supply the world with free endless
energy. The Bankers at the time couldn’t have an inventor ‘give away’
electric power to the world, thus cutting in on their profits.
This is what I think is at the heart of Adam’s
depression, how innovation can be destroyed by greedy old bastards, how lies
compound more lies to the point of an ever distant truth, that lies at the bottom
of an abyss at the military and corporate industrial complex.
Eve looks at a wall of framed photographs of Adam’s artistic
heroes, in spite of reminding Eve that he doesn’t have any. Tesla is up
there along with Sir Isaac Newton, Franz Kafka, Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allen Poe,
Charlie Baudelaire, and Mark Twain to name a few and of course a portrait of
Christopher Marlowe. All misunderstood men, all feared men, for their
ideas could have negative effects on the status quo that was being projected by
the oligarchy during all their respective times. Adam sees himself among these
men, he sees himself as an intelligent man surrounded by zombies.
“Thought is an idea in transit, which when once
released,
never can be lured back, nor the spoken word
recalled.
Nor ever can the overt act be erased All that thou Thinkest,
sayest, or
doest bears perpetual record of itself, enduring for
Eternity.”
- Pythagoras

Eve is the light bringer, the yang to Adam's ying; she is filled with fascinating
pieces of information about the world and the Universe like a diamond in space
the size of a planet. Both of them are filled with so much knowledge that
they acquired through copious amounts of reading over the centuries and from
actually living through them. Adam partied with Lord Byron and Mary
Wollstonecraft, which begs the question of whether or not it was Adam that
inspired their little contest of who can write the scariest story.


Ava, later at Adam's house, kills Ian and Adam kicks
her out so he and Eve can deal with her mess. They drive among the
industrial wasteland, alongside silent hollow buildings fading in and out of
darkness and finally find a place to dispose of Ian's body. They leave Detroit as they now believe that they have worn out
their welcome and head back to Tangier. There they discover the supply of
blood they were hoping for has been contaminated; this comes as bad news as
they are both are suffering from blood-withdrawal.
Throughout the film there have been warnings of bad
blood, contaminated by the decadence of civilization itself, by drugs from in
front and behind the counter as well as within the veins of the cities
themselves, the alleyways and crack houses, all poisoning their very life force
with chemicals.

Only Lovers Left Alive is about the realities of
existence and often its futility. It’s about everlasting love that does
exist but is as rare as a planet made of diamond. It’s about friendship and
companionship, learning how to live with another person, co-habitat with
them. But like in the last moments of the film, Only Lovers Left Alive is
about what we must do when our very livelihood is threatened – survive.
“I have absolutely no
pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure
that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape
from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread
of some strange impending doom.”
– Edgar Allan Poe
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