— Capital is dead labour, which, vampire-like, lives only by sucking living labour, and lives the more, the more labour it sucks.
I don't expect or demand a balanced political outlook from my art, but nothing in this film even begins to explain the genuine and widespread appeal there was for Pinochet at the time, both in Chile and abroad. By implying that any and all of his 'supporters' were themselves blood-sucking, venal vampires, the admittedly rather fun conceit of this (good-looking) movie quickly sours into childish territory. I've got Twitter for inexpensive invective like that; I don't need my 2-hour films to be at that level too.
It's mind-boggling to me how many critics were taken by surprise at the appearance of Thatcher. Surely her voice is more recognisable than that?
Thatcher, unlike Pinochet, was fairly elected, and that she governed a country in which you could call the Prime Minister a vampire without getting thrown out of a helicopter or beaten to a pulp, may be too fine and too dull a distinction to trouble Larraín.
— Anthony Lane (The New Yorker)
Synopsis: After living for over two centuries, Augusto Pinochet is a vampire ready to die… but the vultures around him won't let him go without one last bite.