Nosferatu

Oh my.

I don't think this is likely to be compared to earlier versions of the story. I do think it's going to be compared to Francis Ford Coppola's Dracula, the eternal lover with his old world courtesy and his noble demeanour, while the music reminds us constantly how we drift across tides of time yet the man is the monster is the lover. That's one of the problems in defining vampire fantasies as metaphors for sex. Sure, that's often the case, but sometimes it's the other way around; sex becomes a metaphor for forbidden ecstasy, merging, devouring and being devoured, a kind of oneness that's more an aspiration of sex than its reality. And here we are meeting on the streets of London, here we are remembering the beautiful Carpathian mountains with our beautiful prince and our beautiful self, here we are giving up our best friends and our lovers and our lives for what is essentially an enormous withered demi-bat that chucks our wishes back at us, weeping for eternity and licking its lips now and then.

( No real spoilers but just in case pre-viewers want to go in perfecly blank )

Flaws? A couple of weak plot points here and there. Pace? I don't mind a slow burn, and this is never too slow. Would I watch it again? Probably tonight.

*Groan*

I have made a mistake. In fact, I have made several mistakes. I can see ways to amend them, but that's going to be proper work and more time. I am short on both.

God! Isn't it aggravating when someone else's excellent work illustrates how faded and dumb one's own efforts have been?

I believe this to be a bloody hell situation rather than a b*llocks situation, but still.