I surprised myself by seeing Let Me In when I still haven’t seen the Swedish original. Based on the less nuanced title change, alone (“the right one” is an important distinction) my hopes were not high.
My fears were assuaged in more ways than one. Set in a bleak, lonely ‘80s instead of the poppy, neon version typically ascribed to young nostalgists’ favorite decade, the tone wasn’t disappointing. And neither was the protagonist’s appearance.
How would Hollywood be able to replicate that gangly, tormented Swedish blonde pageboy style? You know, freaky hotness in a non-deviant, perfectly acceptable to find a young teen boy attractive way.
They certainly pulled it off. This is a raggedy, androgynous, pretty kid. And no, I don’t feel dirty for saying so. I mean, he’s 14—that’s as good as grown. Based on this photo, however, I’m afraid the actor Kodi Smit-McPhee could grow up to be trouble. Also, I just learned the word shotacon.
Side-by-side image from FEARnet