Studio: Focus Features
Director: Robert Eggers
Writer: Robert Eggers
Producer: Jeff Robinov, John Graham, Chris Columbus, Eleanor Columbus, Robert Eggers
Stars: Bill Skarsgard, Nicholas Hoult, Lily-Rose Depp, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Emma Corrin, Ralph Ineson, Simon McBurney, Willem Dafoe
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Summary:
Haunted by his supernatural influence, a newlywed bride inadvertently attracts a vampire who curses her family and friends.
Review:
One thing no review of Robert Eggers’ 2024 version of “Nosferatu” needs is a detailed plot summary. Like the 1922 and 1979 films with the same name, it’s just Bram Stoker’s “Dracula.” Names are different, e.g. Dracula = Orlok, Prof. Van Helsing = Prof. von Franz, Harker = Hutter, and England is now Germany. But beat for beat, the story remains basically the same as when it was first published in 1897.
On the topic of “need,” something else up for discussion would be “another version of ‘Dracula’.” Probably the only person to ever be truly justified in saying, “We definitely need a new Dracula movie,” was whoever greenlit “Dracula’s Daughter” as the first follow-up to the Bela Lugosi classic, and that came five years after the 1931 film. Since then, IMDb has logged listings for over 200 features, shorts, shows, and games featuring the distinguished count’s name in their titles. Filmed adaptations of the Stoker novel are almost as old as cinema itself, and are certain to continue for 200 more iterations no matter how media formats evolve. Whether Vlad the Impaler is shot into space, animated as a cartoon, or morphed into a numbers-obsessed muppet, to stand apart in this increasingly overcrowded subgenre, a movie must offer a unique take on the source material while reinvigorating a tale virtually everyone has read, heard, or seen before.
What does writer/director Robert Eggers do that’s definitively distinct with his interpretation of “Nosferatu,” the original “Dracula” knockoff? Other than highlighting contemporarily relevant thematic parallels regarding obsession and debilitating misogyny, not much, really. While his film is impeccably crafted, dramatically driven, and richly detailed as a Gothic soap opera whose occult overtones make it cerebrally suggestive, the narrative’s familiarity can make the artistic immersion seem drearily indulgent at times when the movie should feel mesmerically dreadful.
“Nosferatu” doesn’t want for mood. Flickering candles, stormy skies, blue hues on stone walls, and an endless supply of shadows soak every inch of each frame in chilly Victorian atmosphere. Muttonchop sideburns, stovepipe chapeaus, and multi-piece vestments keep the cast in character, as do thickened accents and deliberate cadences adding authenticity to the period piece presentation.
Theatricality spills over into acting that is oddly heavy on silent movie-like exaggeration. Whenever she’s called upon to speak above a normal volume, Lily-Rose Depp in particular dials up her performance far above everyone else’s highest setting in a manner that can color her with unintended comicality.
It’s possible others don’t match Depp’s overdramatized intensity because their underwritten personalities chiefly function to facilitate the actions of others. The main purpose of Ralph Ineson’s doctor appears to be receiving exposition as Willem Dafoe discovers it. Meanwhile, Aaron Taylor-Johnson’s disbelieving spouse stereotype mostly says things of inconsequential import since the people around him are tasked with doing more interesting things than he is ever assigned.
For all its intriguing traits and curious quirks, “Nosferatu” eventually falls into the trap often encountered when retelling a well-known work of fiction, especially this specific one. Namely, the cadre of learned academics, experienced medical professionals, and husbands who have fang wounds in their chests spends a great deal of time searching, researching, examining, and discussing to arrive at the conclusion that the vampire Nosferatu is responsible for the slow-simmering evil plaguing them, a fact everyone in the audience had in hand before the film started. At 136 minutes, “Nosferatu” is already an hour longer than the Lugosi “Dracula.” Considering how drawn out the pace currently feels, it’s difficult to imagine what the rumored three-hour cut could possibly contain that would be considered of critical importance to further fleshing out or advancing any individual arc, much less the main one.
In an imaginary vacuum, “Nosferatu” plays more successfully as a solitarily eerie endeavor than when read as another entry in a long litany of similar movies that have previously adapted Bram Stoker’s seminal story. His most traditionally approachable and popularly accessible film since “The Witch” (review here), a blank slate can see Robert Eggers applying his signature style to a template others developed by authoritatively stamping it with his arresting vision. A mind less divested of the dozens of Draculas there have been during the past century, on the other hand, may find their dreamy journey through sophisticated creepiness dulled by déjà vu.
Review Score: 70
The narrative’s familiarity can make the artistic immersion seem drearily indulgent at times when the movie should feel mesmerically dreadful.