thinking about iwtv like damn it's really that good. it's an adaptation about adaptation, a story about story and memory and lies, an interview about another interview which reveals how entrenched we are in our own perspective and how we deceive ourselves and others and how much we convey anyway without meaning to. it's a vampire story about vampire stories, oscillating between the other as a villainous soul-sucker or as someone defined and tortured by their outsider status. it engages with its own history and predecessors and cultural context with every choice it makes. oh and also it fucks