Only Lovers Left Alive is a bloodsucker romance filtered through writer-director Jim Jarmusch's familiar downtown sensibility. It's filled with boho banter and deadpan in-jokes, and its score is a no-wave mash of stately lute pieces drenched with squalling guitar feedback. The picture drifts like a dark bank of fog—it's mostly atmosphere. But it has feeling, too—about the passage of time, the ebb and flow of worldly things. Kurt Loder says it's a little skimpy, but also entertainingly strange, and it's not likely to be confused with any other movie.