I have become enamored with the film, Only Lovers Left Alive. It revived a sickened and struggling love for the vampire genre that I was nurturing back when Anne Rice was still the standard (For the record, I am not lambasting or bashing any other authors who have written vampire novels, so keep it out of my comments section).
Recently, I have been battling the typical seasonal ailments that result from a body trying to adapt to the rapid changes in humidity. And this time around, I wasn’t in the mood to wait it out like I always do. That’s right. I started the Nyquil/Dayquil Shooters Routine.
I should also go on record as saying that I do not support the use of medicine except as directed, and when it is absolutely impossible to allow your body to do the heavy lifting of making you feel better.
The relevance this has to Jim Jarmusch’s movie, starring Tilda Swinton and Tom Hiddleston is that there is a very, some might say, erotic scene that involves the titular vampires drinking the blood they have “scored”. I realized that Nyquil actually looks an awful lot like the blood in that scene and I regretted not having a cool little sherry glass to drink it from. But the cap served its purpose.
I only wish I could have taken a video of myself drinking the much needed medicine, so that my fellow fans of the movie could judge me