Nosferatu (2024)

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Decadent. Delicious. Disgusting.

Nosferatu, a remake of the 1922 masterpiece, brings the audience into its shadow from its first sensual inhale to its final breath. Robert Eggers, mastermind behind The Witch and The Lighthouse, helms a confidently obsessive art piece. The details are exceptional from costume to set design.

In a cast led by the disarmingly great Lily-Rose Depp (daughter of Johnny Depp), our heroine cries and pleads, prays and screams, pledging her love and sanity, distorting her body wildly- it’s compelling work that evokes response. For some, it’s a shudder. For some, a nervous laugh. But she bares it all and that’s something to always applaud.

The use of color and lighting is ingenious, tactfully switching from darkness to light, color to monochrome. Every scene is a Victorian oil painting, to be hung on any museum wall.

The score didn’t tingle down my spine the way great horror scores do - fighting the tension of the scene instead of enhancing it.

The editing was jarring- jumping through space and time without consideration for us mere mortals trying to keep up.

The gore, for me, hits unnecessary levels. But I should have known, it takes a lot of blood to prove this vamp still has bite. And does it ever.