A melancholy tale of ennui of immortality, a couple of sensitive vampires - Tilda Swinton (Eve), Tom Hiddleston (Adam) - reunite in Detroit after centuries of being apart, then events transpire that require their relocation back to Tangiers where they meet up once again with Christopher Marlowe (played by William Hurt) - himself a vampire that somehow faked his own death and lived into the present...
Moody, atmospheric, stylish, and while I enjoyed this, this - like most Vampire films, would appeal more to gothic and disaffected adolescents. Jarmusch has a certain inimitable style, and - rather than quick pacing relies on slow, beautiful shots to establish our sympathies.
I appreciated this, but didn't need to see it particularly...