What's up, people? WHAT IS UP. Hello. It's weekend time! Time for movies.

Opening today:

Everyone I know has gone positively nuts over Swedish vampire film Let the Right One In. This is the movie I will be seeing this weekend. From Paul Constant's great, tantalizing review:

This isn't some Shyamalan-esque twist-fest, but to talk too directly about the specifics of Right One would rob it of some of its inspiration, and therefore some of its charm, which means I have to be vague. But there hasn't been an American genre film this good in quite some time. By taking nothing about the vampire legend for granted, and by leaving great swaths of mysteries unsolved, Right One can become a film about all kinds of things: the weird sexuality of burgeoning adolescents, how anger and violence can sometimes be a perfectly reasonable response in the proper situation, and how love is always completely, seriously fucked-up.

Meanwhile, Jen Graves reports on the latest James Bond movie, Quantum of Solace:

Quantum of Solace, the 22nd Bond film, then, has only two built-in audiences: those who follow Daniel Craig, and those who follow James Bond. Those audiences will have to go to this film, and for them there are a few perks. The fact that Bond conducts high-speed chases using a stick shift rather than an automatic transmission appears to great effect at the start. The fact that the contemporary Bond prefers murder to torture provides something to think about. The ravishing staging of Puccini's Tosca as a production-within-a-production—and the use of the opera audience as a United Nations–style gathering place for the global underworld—offers a delicious opening to continue the age-old argument about the supremacy of opera among all art forms.

For everyone else, rent Casino Royale.

In Concessions this week, I cover various happenings at the Northwest Film Forum, including the ascension of Lyall Bush and the current Festival of New Cinema from Spain.

And in Limited Runs:

Tonight and tomorrow night in Greenwood, there's the Blue November MicroFilmFest, which is some sort of eclectic, art-related event around which I have not quite wrapped my head. Apparently there will be watching of films, filming of films, bellydancing, magic, visual art, a "smooth voiced R&B singer/songwriter," atmospheric folk, psychedelic rock, films, films, more films, intermissions, awards, and conversation. Okay, sold!

It's a big weekend at SIFF Cinema: Tonight there's The Umbrellas of Cherbourg; tomorrow has Gregory Peck's eyebrows in To Kill a Mockingbird, Native American teens in March Point, and Guy Maddin's Careful; and Sunday it's acclaimed epic monkfest Into Great Silence.

Next! Grand Illusion's got The Re-Animator and From Beyond. The late-night is Dr. Black and Mr. Hyde—writes my funny intern: "A black scientist accidentally transforms himself into a prostitute-killing albino vampire (like most scientists eventually do)." Late Night at the Egyptian is Ghostbusters, a re-watching of which is never regrettable. Central Cinema's still showing Hank and Mike.

And at the Northwest Film Forum, it's the aforementioned Spanish Cinema series, including Under the Stars, Seven Billiard Tables, and ShortMetraje. The Sprocket Society's Secret Sunday Matinee presents its second-to-last installment.

Oh, and this Sunday, film critic Robert Horton discusses Lawrence of Arabia at the Frye.

Go out and watch stuff, people! Our complete movie times are here.