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"I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. You know, that or, uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing."
"We've been made aware that there are several fans that don't like the version of the subtitles on the DVD/BR. We had an alternate translation that we went with. Obviously a lot of fans thought we should have stuck with the original theatrical version. We are listening to the fans feedback, and going forward we will be manufacturing the discs with the subtitles from the theatrical version."
"There are no exchanges. We are going to make an alternate version available however. For those that wish to purchase a version with the theatrical subtitles, it will be called out in the tech specs box at the back/bottom of the package where it will list SUBTITLES: ENGLISH (Theatrical), SPANISH."
I personally decided to host a screening of the DVD with a handful of friends that had yet to experience LET THE RIGHT ONE IN. (Mind you, I'd already had an advance early screener copy of the movie for months and had seen it twice during it's limited theatrical run, so it's safe to say that I knew the film rather intimately. We were all excited to watch a top quality DVD version though in the comfort of my own home.)
About 20 minutes into the screening, I was absolutely horrified.
The subtitles had been drastically changed since the last time I saw it, and dare I say... had been completely dumbed down? Sure, the basic gist of what the characters were saying was kind of there, but missing completely was the dark humor, subtleties and character nuances which made the movie so powerful and a favorite amongst audiences last year. I tried to carry on and ignore it, hoping that only a few of the translations were off... but... I was wrong. Just about the intent of every single line of dialogue was completely off and ruined the movie.
Here's a theory: The original screener attributes that the subtitles were done by Ingrid Eng. (Multiple kudos to Miss Eng for doing an amazing job.) My guess is that in order to re-use them for the American version of the DVD, Magnolia/MAGNET probably had to pay Ingrid again for her services. Rather then do that, perhaps they hired someone else to do the translations for real cheap.I don't think I will be getting it on DVD until I know I'm getting the proper translation. How do you feel about the news?
And cheap they are!
The always excellent Jeffrey Wells at Hollywood Elsewhere has posted an audio interview he had with Tomas Alfredson, the director of Let the Right One In. Here's a little of what Jeffrey has to say about the film and here's the mp3 file. Everything I read about this film makes me want to see it more and more.
Let The Right One In doesn't compose with the usual brushstrokes. The vampire (Lina Leandersson) is a tweener girl and the male lead, a mortal, is a wimpy blond male (Kare Hedebrant) who's in love with her. It has about 50 CG shots but very few are "noticable." The violent moments happen suddenly and sometimes off-screen. And it hasn't been shot like a typical horror film (i.e., in a spooky-sexy-dreamscape way) but with a flat, over-bright, industrial texture. And everything in the film is surrounded -- blanketed -- with lots and lots of snow.
I spoke with Alfredson earlier today, and if the film doesn't make clear it hasn't been directed by a horror film buff, Alfredson repeatedly emphasizes this. He's not Guillermo del Toro , not by a long shot. The only significant Dracula movie he's seen, he says, is the old Bela Lugosi version from the early '30s. That means he hasn't seen Francis Coppola's Dracula or any of the Hammer Dracula films of the '50s and '60s or anything else along these lines.
Swedish filmmaker Tomas Alfredson weaves friendship, rejection and loyalty into a disturbing, darkly atmospheric, yet unexpectedly tender tableau of adolescence. The feature is based on the best-selling novel by John Ajvide Lindqvist, which the U.K. press qualified as "reminiscent of Stephen King at his best." (Independent on Sunday)
Director Tomas Alfredson :"I have always had the impression that a fantastic book should stay being a fantastic book, without being brought to the screen, until I read John Ajvide Lindquists´ "Let the Right One In"I was totally overwhelmed by the sceneries that came in front of my eyes and I couldn´t leave the book for the twelve hours it took me to read it the first time. I couldn´t stop thinking of bringing it to moving pictures - and now, three years and twelve hours after the first page, I´m very proud of changing my mind."
The film has a strong physical impact. The fatigue and drudgery (and silent anguish) of Hakan's attempts to find refurbishment; the confinement of Eli's agelessness ("I have been 12 for a long time"); the isolation of the dreary suburban setting in the dead of a Swedish winter – all of these are as palpable as the burden of eternity felt by Wenders' two angels watching over Berlin. The film's cadence is that of a macabre Bolero: slow and tame at the beginning, but relentlessly progressing, louder and louder until the film starts to explode in a series of horrific scenes towards the end.
Troubling questions left unresolved only add to the film's richness and depth. Eli's labia stitched shut, her relationship with her protector. Why does he kill in her place? – because she is young? … to avoid a proliferation of vampires? When Eli finally has to find her own blood, thus turning a bitten woman into a vampire herself, the sequences that follow – the cat attack, willed self-destruction – are some of the most striking in the film, frightening enough to make your heart skip a thump. There are two "endings". Alfredson lures us into a false one when he circles the film back to a scene almost identical to that at the opening. But then he playfully tacks on another 10 or 15 minutes in a very different tone. At first this rattled me a bit, but then I came to better terms with it and decided that after all, its black humour was far from a cop out. Reviewers have predicted the film will have a solid festival and art house audience. Personally, I cannot imagine any kind of film-goer not being dazzled by this icy trip through bloodied woods, and where, according to the many reactions to the film, a light "supposedly" shines through. It does and doesn't. The film may be about friendship but the relief provided by the ending is only an isolated moment in time that has resolved nothing. The future that one is left to imagine for the survivors is disturbing at best.