Terrifying Nosferatu will lurk in your mind for days after watching
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To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video. Up Next. Nosferatu is a gothic symphony of blood and sex that revels in its palpable and unsettling sense of dread throughout.
It’s a vampire horror film that is upsetting in its scariness without hosing an audience too frequently with bodily goo or consistently resorting to jump scares – although both do happen. Robert Eggers manages to sear scenes in your minds through clever stylistic and filmmaking choices, not least of which is to keep you waiting 40 minutes for a proper look at Bill Skarsgård as Count Orlok, only to unveil him fully naked and grotesque in his coffin.
A remake of the German Expressionist 1922 silent movie, originally an unauthorised rip-off adaptation of Dracula, Nosferatu replaces that vampire with more of an obviously grotesque and demonic creature, teetering on the edge of death. The film could easily haunt your nightmares, something I belatedly contemplated after being held uncomfortably in darkness in the opening scene, which is the only introduction we get to the grip Orlok has established over Ellen Hutter (Lily-Rose Depp), a young woman with whom he is infatuated.
The way his lurking is teased through the curtains before he eventually pounces caused my heart to hammer, but that’s not to say this film is all about the horror. It’s also very horny in how it interprets the vampire curse, with both feeding and possession involving a lot of writhing and thrusting.