As Lou writes below, the vampire flick “Let Me In” flopped spectacularly, thanks to its being almost perfectly anti-engineered to sell no tickets. An adult, arty, deliberately-paced movie that’s about 12-year-olds? It seems clear that there are only two audiences for horror flicks: the babysitter, who likes cheap, predictable thrills and a cute girl outsmarting the killer; and the torture porn viewer who enjoys (as Eli Roth memorably put it when he introduced the press screening of “Hostel II” a couple of years ago) “f—ed up s–t.” Adults and anyone with taste, perhaps because they have grown used to all horror films falling into one of the above categories, don’t bother to go to horror films anymore. That’s a shame, because “Let Me In” is one of the year’s best movies, one of the best vampire movies I’ve ever seen and a deftly executed creepfest that nicely showcases the visual talents and suspense-building ability of director Matt Reeves, whose far inferior “Cloverfield” was a bore. Shed no tears for Reeves, though: thanks to”Let Me In,” he is on the map and sure to land another high profile project.