You are introduced to a
narcotised, nocturnal cinema-world in Ana Lily Amirpour’s slow, sparse, druggy
vampire film A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night – people have said it’s like early
Jarmusch or even Sin City but I would say that there is much of the exotic,
borderline camp melodrama of Tabu and Blancanieves in here as well. If there is
never quite enough happening – too few killings, too many slo-mo reveries – to
carry its 90-odd minutes, the world is powerfully evoked and sustained. It’s an
enormously appealing world, too. Even sudden and violent death can look attractive.