I told my finance bro boyfriend that Nosferatu is about the evil of the female orgasm
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One of the beautiful things about having a partner is being able to experience new things from their perspective – Even when that includes gently dry heaving into a popcorn bucket in a crowded cinema during Robert Eggers’ Nosferatu. When we met, my boyfriend’s perspective on movies was the same as most people’s perspective on public transportation: Unremarkable, occasionally tiresome, but ultimately positive features of a functioning modern society.
When I rescued him from the apps – like one might pick up a lovely nine-year-old Lurcher at Battersea Dogs & Cats Home – he was mostly housebroken but needed a bit of additional training. One of the most well-read, clever, and curious people I’ve ever met, he had simply never gotten around to taking a genuine interest in films. I set out to change this – if for no other reason than because he had added so much to my life that I wanted to add something to his.
![[Bela Lugosi and Helen Chandler in Dracula]](https://metro.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2025/01/GettyImages-517397944.jpg?quality=90&strip=all&w=594)
This turned out to be a joy. As he patiently filled in profound gaps in my knowledge of the world (you really can’t just ‘print more money’ to solve inflation), I attempted to show him that movies could be more than military propaganda or symmetrical people bickering and closed-mouth kissing.
To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video. Up Next. When he reacted to his first black-and-white film (Holiday, 1938) like a Victorian coal miner seeing a monkey for the first time at the World’s Fair (‘They’re just like us!’), I knew we had found a shared interest.
