Sunday, 29 December 2013

Expressionist Cinema.

I just watched the first half hour of FW Murnau's Dracula adaptation Nosferatu, in which…

… Jonathon Harker laughs maniacally for the whole first twenty minutes, just so we know that no silly vampires are going to scare him. It takes him several more minutes to suspect that the bite marks on his neck weren't caused by mosquitoes.

… He travels in a rather silly hat, but the Count upstages him by having not one but two even sillier hats. The first is especially silly, having a really huge feather so you think he’s a coach driver and not a Count.

… The wolves are played by hyenas.

Having tired of that, I found THIS! It’s far more realistic and features a priestess lookalike with added fingernails. Really. You think I’m kidding? It’s a bit woman-on-top, but that’s OK. That’s where priestesses are supposed to be, isn’t it? Why the hell people watch these insipid starlets the west produces when they could be watching Yang LiPing beats me.

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