Film

Nosferatu the Vampyre

Name: Nosferatu the Vampyre
Genre: Drama, Horror
Released: 1979
Cast: Isabelle Adjani, Bruno Ganz, Klaus Kinski, Roland Topor, Walter Ladengast

Werner Herzog's mournful tribute to Murnau's 1922 original, with Klaus Kinski buried under prosthetics as a Dracula more grief-stricken than seductive. This is horror as fever dream — long silences, painterly Carpathian landscapes, plague rats flooding a German town, Isabelle Adjani drifting through it like a ghost herself. Slow, sorrowful, gorgeous rather than frightening; for anyone who wants dread that lingers instead of jolts.

TMDb rating

7.3

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