Nosferatu
That trademark Eggers purple prose and visual portent, with a nearly monochromatic colour scheme. Not as foul and vile in its wickedness as The Lighthouse, but a well rounded effort, even with seemingly the guild forcing some performers that fail to meet the high bar required for this.
Happily married couple has to split up just after the wedding, since the husband is a fancy realtor and some rich Transylvanian Count by the name of Orlok wants to buy some manor in their city. The Count wants to sign the deed before travelling, and the boss abides by this silly requirement.
Turns out it was all a ruse to get his ass to gypsy-land: the wife knew the Count in the biblical sense, before they married, the boss made a deal so send this guy there so he can have his blood sucked. He doesn’t care about the villager warnings, but his dream make him shit his pants off: those oafs sacrificing a virgin girl to appease a corpse, then stabbing it in the heart with a stake.
Alas, he escapes, but so does Orlok, they both arrive to their respective homes. The wife had been crazy, but recovers when the husband arrives, bitten by weird fangs and remains bedridden for a while. Orlok got there by boat, the Demeter sucked dry of her crew, and plague rats in the hold infection the village!
The wife’s dream remain, with a ticking clock: she has three days to let herself be deep-dicked by the Count willingly, or he will wreck her life.
She is anguished with this Sophie’s Choice, so in that first night, her best friend is bitten by rats and turns mad. The second night, after she told her husband about her previous trysts with landed gentry from abroad, his lunatic friend is brutally murdered along her two kids and her unborn baby. By the third night, the guys raid Orlok’s home, but it’s all a ruse, our hero willingly gives her naked flesh for the good of mankind (in that particular town, at least).
Orlok wants a nubile woman’s brace so much, he forgets to get back to his tomb and burns away in the dawn, at the cockcrow. Our husband lost her wife to some foreign rich guy, but the town is saved from Evil.
Not sure why this wasn’t set in England, it doesn’t make much sense for the Demeter to travel all the way across the Mediterranean and shit by boat from Romania to Germany.
Depp’s kid is no Anya Taylor-Joy, I can say that. The credits music is from Inception, from what classic composer did Hans Zimmer ripped it off?
This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.