Nosfer-wha?

It’s official.

Nosferatu the Vampyre is quite possibly the weirdest vampire film I’ve ever seen. And that’s saying something. I really ought to put a website together detailing my vampire expertise, it’d be impressive.

Anyway.

I watched it. It made very little sense, in part because it took stuff from Dracula and wedged it into Murnau’s Nosferatu, of which it purports to be a remake. It was further bizarrified by the mix of the silent-film-esque script being acted and dubbed badly but shot beautifully. I mean, honestly – when you have a wonderful, over the top script, you have to act to suit it. You have to use music that suits it. The cinematography suited it beautifully, but that was all. The acting, such as it was, seemed stilted and awkward, the music was surreal and hardly matched the film at all.

Sigh.

Oh, well. At least the poster is nifty. I’ve owned that for years.

And the original is still brilliant. Rog Ebert has written a great review of it. The stylized acting, cinematography, and script (what little there is – I love that about silent films) suit each other beautifully.