Mainstream film tends to go right for the jugular. An action sequence or ten, a touch of sex, and a bulletproof resolution are the ingredients for a happy, theater-going American. At times an independent makes its way onto a stray screen here and there, providing us with a quirkier view of the world, at times a quieter pace, perhaps a more artistic painting of the landscape, and every once in a while an odd, uneasy tone unraveling more like a fairy tale. Let The Right One In is one such film, standing before you like an innocent, wide-eyed child. At first it is kind of cute, but after a time the child is still staring. Cute gives way to eerie, and a chill shoots up your back. And still ... the child stares.