Nosferatu 2024 Film Review

Let’s talk about Robert Eggers’ 2024 Nosferatu specifically as a stand alone piece of film, and not comparing it to any past variations or the original source works. For your reference of my view time observations I have seen the film five times so far; twice in the theater and three times at home, and I plan on going to see it in theaters again. I also attended a live zoom call sponsored by Sundance where the director and cinematographer spoke about the making of the film and answered some questions from us peasants who were attending. I’ve broken my input down into different sections addressing different aspects of the film. I’ve become a bit obsessed or consumed with it, for various reasons. My review/input is a mixture of my own opinions as well as technical aspects. I took the attached photos  directly from the film and put them to black and white. That’s actually how it looks for the majority of the scenes when you watch the film, but the colors change when you photograph it. A few of the shots maybe considered plot spoiling, but I did my best to not ruin any of the mystery. My review references various things that happen in the film, but hopefully I’ve done it in such a way that enough details are not given so It does not plot spoil anything for those who have not seen it.

The movie was shot on 35mm film and is in 1.66:1 aspect ratio. Shooting took about 9 weeks and the budget was $50 million. Where I would consider Bram Stoker’s Dracula from 1992 to be Gothic Romance with aspects of horror, this film is quintessential Gothic Horror to its core. To describe the aesthetic, themes, and feeling of the film I would say that it is: beautiful, haunting, terrifying, creepy, visceral, macabre, tragic, stunning, sad, intense, raw, ethereal, obsessive, romantic, historical, and immersive. The dialogue, allegory, drama, atmosphere, and everything in between is masterful. I have not seen such a beautiful artistic piece of cinema in many years, and give it 5/5 stars. I had such high hopes before seeing it for the first time and it went above and beyond all expectations.

Cinematography: The first time I seen this film in theaters one thing that stood out was the supreme use of arc pan shots. I had even made a comment after the fact similar to “wow the cinematographer really loved those.” Initially I thought it was used to provide the post production editing team with a good place to cut the film for edits and changes if they needed it. But one of the big things it accomplished in the film was providing the illusion of character movement. In the first part of the shot you see the character standing in location A, and as the camera circles around the space whether it is a room or outdoors, the next time you see the character again they are in location B. It causes a very ghostly movement effect that distorts the passage of time in a way. How did that character get all the way across that room in the amount of time it took the camera to circle without being seen in the shot? It was a wonderfully executed effect. After having seen the film more, and then also participating in the Sundance zoom call, I realized that a primary reason for many of those arc pan shots was that scenes were shot in one continuous take without cutting. The film is full of a tremendous amount of long shots, which I am a huge fan of.

Light & Shadows: Some of the scenes in the film were shot specifically using only candlelight, moonlight, oil lamps, or the flames from a fireplace. Notably; the scene inside the inn as well as in the dining hall of Orlok’s castle. A major reason they did things like this is they wanted the lighting and specific scenes to be realistic to the lighting actually used in a given place or situation, without the addition of back lights or additional set lights. The notes I have from the Sundance meeting was they used triple wick candles, and for shooting used a small depth of field with low apertures, and 1.4:3 was used for candlelight and 2:8 for firelight. The oil lamp in the hallway scene was the only source of light used but was electric light not flames. The extra large shadows cast by it concealed Ellen standing behind her who was hidden there for that whole shot. Specific color lenses were used when they shot with moonlight or at night, and the color palette of the film varies. Some of it is shot in a way that it is true monochrome black and white just from the lighting and shadow work. Other scenes do have color but the colors are muted or washed out. Part of this is because large amounts of natural golden hour sunlight were not used until the end of the film; most of the lighting was subdued or natural like when it comes through a window. The entire film was shot overcast with cloud cover, and the only time you see obvious sunlight is with the sunrise at the end of the film to make it more impactful.

SPFX Special Effects: All the special effects in this film were done practically, which means physical and in-person effects without the use of CG or post-production work. That is, all of them but two: The shadow of Orlok’s hand stretching over the city was done with post-production. The opening scene where Orlok’s shadow is cast onto the curtains was a mixture of both. As I previously noted about there being a lot of long shots and things done in one take, this prevented them from doing Orlok’s shadow on the curtain practically. That scene was shot in one take, and the light settings were adjusted initially to Ellen praying in the dark. The camera then circles around the room and the light changes from the moonlight coming into the open doors. To have been able to done his shadow on the curtains in one shot they would have had to cut, and then change the lighting and exposure settings on the cameras. What they had to do instead was film his shadows separately and put them onto the curtains in post-production. Apparently this point supremely annoyed the Director and Cinematographer to no end because they wanted to do it practically in the same shot but could not because the lighting settings. The animals used were real and on set: the rats, horses, dogs, maggots. I read somewhere that the director had even mentioned that to get some of the blood to contrast as brightly as it did in some of the darker shots, they mixed theater stage blood with Code Red Mountain Dew. All of the makeup, prosthetics, wounds, shadow play, and things of that nature were all done with physical practical special effects which completely adds to the brilliant artistic mastery of the film.

Setting & Location: This is where the aspects of immersion in this film are truly believable, and the production crew went above and beyond with even the smallest details. Everything from the wardrobe, the sets, the shooting locations, and the props were amazing and felt accurate to the time period and place in the world. This also translated over to set design and props within buildings. Families of higher standing in houses that were decorated appropriately and those characters like Thomas and Ellen who were on the lower end financially had appropriately and modestly decorated quarters. Orlok’s castle was nearly in total ruins. Empty, shadowed, and crumbling. Every room you entered into in the film felt as though everything there was appropriate for the setting, and this aspect added to the believable historic immersion. The entire film was shot on location in the Czech Republic and Prague, either at already existing locations or sets that were built. (Like the crossroads in the woods which was a real location, which adds to it’s absolute haunting and ethereal atmosphere.) The Cinematographer had moved to Prague six months before shooting officially started just to being scouting locations.

Wardrobe: The costume design was great; those characters in the film who were more well off or in higher societal standing had more intricate and expensive clothing. Whereas those who were lower class, peasants, or trade workers had clothing befitting their income and station. There’s also been much talk on the internet of people dissecting the various meanings that the clothing and wardrobe choices for characters at certain scenes in the film portray. For example, when Ellen wears the same dress two different times, when you see her in a wedding gown, when Ellen rips her dress and corset open, Orlok’s wardrobe designed after an old world Hungarian/Transylvanian nobleman (Including the mustache and hairstyle, which also tracks more with the source book.), and many other examples. It seems as though even the fashion choices in the film were used to convey a message or metaphors about someone’s mental/emotional state, and I would have to agree with this.

Languages: English is spoken for most of the film, and on the ship the Demeter they are using Russian. During the scene at the inn featuring the Romanian Gypsies, I had assumed they were speaking Romanian. (I did some digging on the internet for upwards of 2 hours after I had seen the film, specifically related to information on the languages used in the film as well as the typefaces used for different things from the subtitles to the movie poster.) It turns out that the language they used was reconstructed from the dead language called “Dacian” which was used by ancestors of modern Romanians. They reconstructed what they could from records of the language, and filled in the gaps with modern Romanian, so it’s essentially an 85% reconstructed dead language which made it feel more authentic. And as far as Count Orlok’s dialogue; initially I thought it was some super old form of Germanic and then in parts it sounded a little bit like Latin. But he is also speaking this reconstructed dead language. The use of these various languages and especially the older dialogues really adds to the authentic historical immersion of the film. Not only is it an old language it actually sounds like one. The language feels ancient, foreign, and is fitting coming out of Orlok’s mouth.

Typeface: The typeface used during the subtitles in the theaters added to the complete aesthetic of the film, and I had not yet seen or remembered a movie other than silent movie intertitles, where they had used a font other than the current modern sarif standards used in most films. I still have not been able to find out the exact name of this typeface, although it is itching in the deep archives of my brain with familiarity. (The closest thing I’ve nailed down for the subtitles font is “IM FELL DW Pica” in italics.) The typeface used for the movie posters specifically the iconic “Nosferatu” text was constructed just for the film using a mixture of Old English and Goudy fonts as a base and designed by Teddy Banks. The various titles from the posters and end credits seem to be in Baskerville.

Nods to other vampire films: The first two times I seen the film in theater is when I noticed all of the shots that seem to be nods to other vampire films. There may be some that I missed and some might be a stretch but I will list them here. The scene in the castle with the close-up illuminated shot of Orlok’s eyes is a direct shot from the 1931 Bela Legosi Dracula. There’s also part in the castle where Thomas Hunter’s face is framed and illuminated in the same way as the shot that was done of Lestat’s face in the 1994 Interview with a Vampire film. The scene of the carriage being chased by wolves driving down the lane towards Orlok’s Castle is an obvious homage to the same shot from the 1992 Bram Stoker’s Dracula, And even the music used in that very specific scene is reminiscent of/nearly identical to Wojciech Kilar’s score from the same film. The cast shadow of Orlok’s hand moving along the walls through the house is obviously a bow to the original 1922 Nosferatu film. There is also a nod to 30 days of night from 2007, but as I currently have 10 internet tabs open in my brain related to this film, I cannot for the life of me remember which shot it was. (I’ll update to include it when I remember.)

 

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“Depraved” by Harold Schechter

“Depraved” by Harold Schechter

A lovely book about H.H. Holmes and his crimes. This book has so much interesting information about the man, the crimes, as well as the place and time that the events took place. The author does an amazing job of setting the stage in this respect. I’ve always been super interested in H.H. Holmes anyway, and this is DEFINATLY one the best books on the market about him. Everything this author writes is amazing.

Dark Alley (04-18-2018)

It was the kind of place you didn’t go to because that’s where bad things always happened.
But she liked it bad and wanted something to happen to her. Badly.
So that’s where she went.
It was dark and dingy, damp, and dirty.
A place that attracted the devious, the depraved, debauchery, and the Devil himself.
Moonlight didn’t touch there, and it has even more rarely seen sunlight.
The rats and men were nearly indistinguishable.
It was a place where people threw out their trash, which included corpses.
Usually women.
Usually raped or mutilated.
The police call it “Deadman’s Den”
Because you’re a dead man if you set foot there at night.
But she knew the night.
Had been acquainted with Death.
On knowingly familiar terms with bad guys and the Boogyman.
And she liked it bad.
And she wanted bad things to happen.
She sighed with contentment as she stepped into its darkness,
And disappeared.

Curse of the Full Moon [8-2017]

These nights are long and so has been my suffering. I grow old but I grew tired long ago. I was a young man when the curse befell me, and now though grey in age and having gained more wisdom, I have not gained any rest, nor freedom from the chains that bind me. I yearned for solitude. I wanted to see what the world was like when no one was watching. How I imagine the forest must have laughed at my ignorance, my own naivety to think I was safe.

That night haunts me as a ghost, tormenting me awake and dreaming. My hands were raised to the night sky, crying out in anguish, pleading for my life.  How the beauty of the moon taunted me as the sharp teeth and claws tore at my flesh, and my screams drowned in my own blood in my mouth. And then I was gone. No longer of this life. Feeling nothing of my own body or the forest floor I lay upon. And then, such pain. Such stretching of flesh and snapping of bones and teeth, and such screams of prayers of wanting to die, and wanting to end it that caught as howls in my throat.

I wished for solitude and now I am cursed to it. Is the moon forever to be my mistress? Is death the only thing I shall ever reap? Trapped in a cycle which I cannot break. Even the moon sets, so when will I? Even the moon is not always full, so why am I always so full of this sadness? It is said that he who is unfit to live in society must be either a beast or a god. I’ve been one long enough and I have been forsaken by the other. I do not wish to be one anymore, or either at all. I only wish for an end to this curse I am bound to by the moon. Everything I touch turns to ash and the taste of blood in my mouth. I pray for Death, and all the world turns its back.

The Surgeon [10-2017]

The surgeon had done this many times before, for many years, and he loved this procedure more than any other.  Paper had been lain beneath to catch the refuge, and the cold metal tools waited in a row, glinting in the harsh light.  He drew the lines across the orange colored flesh with precision and palpable excitement. He held the knife as an artist does a paintbrush and made the first incision, the jagged blade penetrating through the outer layers of flesh and then deep inside to the hollow body. He admired the dark cavernous insides, where no eyes had before seen its hidden beauty. He whistled while he worked, his hands steady, the shapes of his carving taking life. The viscera lay around him in piles, and his hands were sticky with the wet bowels of his work. Upon completion, he stood back from the corpse and smiled. And the face of the jack-o-lantern, its jagged-toothed mouth, grinned back at him.

Apology [4-08]

I offer my sincerest apologies to the friends and family of the victim. I cannot imagine the amount of pain and suffering you must be feeling, and I am sorry for your trouble. Apologizing is something I am not very good at, and this is no exception. Especially since her screams were so beautiful, and her young flesh so delicious. I found her begging majestic.

Forgive me; I cannot help myself.

Hating Your Absence [8-11-08]

The moon is my clock, and when it is full, it will be time to see you again.

My head has been full of confusion and the sky of spaceships.

The bugs splatter across my windshield like rain and

I wish it was my brains on the pavement.

The pain in my chest has spread; I can feel it in my thighs, arms, throat.

I hope I see you before it reaches my head,

or at least before the steel barrel of my gun does.

Razors can’t seem to be sharp enough, can’t seem to cut deep enough,

I feel like my blood is too hidden to reach.

I couldn’t feel it slicing my skin open, but then again, I can’t make it hurt like you can.

I’m sure I’ll never be able to feel anything again.

I know that even razor wire and cement walls couldn’t keep us apart,

so why do I feel so far away?

Dream: The Night Stalker Richard Ramirez [8.26.19]

Richard Ramirez was in my dream.

He was tall and we danced. We had never met before. He didn’t know who I was, but I knew him, and that he had already murdered women.

I said “I know who you are, night stalker.” And to prove it, in the middle of the noisy packed bar, I pulled down the collar of his t-shirt a bit, to expose the top of an upside down pentagram that he had carved into his own chest.

He was super confused and shocked. He stared and then motioned for me to follow; he wanted to take me outside somewhere. I kind of blew him off, because I was dating someone already and so I started gathering my coat and bag, muttering excuses.

He turned away from me and went outside with his friends, who were wearing black and dressed like punks. After a few minutes, I thought better about it, and followed him outside. I called out “Richard” and he turned and looked at me, and then turned away, went into the street with his friends to set off some kind of m80.

There was a cop nearby watching them, whom I started talking to, to distract her, while they set off the explosives near a Cota bus. The shockwave blew out the bar windows and was visable to the eye; a color like blue fire. 

Stockholm Stalker [10-16-19]

His eyes are upon me again, I can feel it. Sometimes he’s a tall looming silhouette on the path behind me when I walk at night,  or a whisper in the wind outside my window. Other nights, he’s the noises coming from the darkness between the trees, or the warm sticky breath upon my neck while I sleep. But he’s always those eyes; piercing and dark, with such depth and hunger.

He’s been following me for so long, awake and sleeping, that my body can register his closeness before my eyes see him. His presence, although frightening, has become familiar. There has always been that grip of fear in my core, the electricity down my spine, but now there’s something else as well.

His eyes feel like a weight or a blanket; covering, hiding, and comforting me. But sometimes it feels like the warm sun on your face after being in the cold. Sometimes it’s easier to sleep knowing I’m not alone, even if he’s always out of reach. And his eyes, only ever watching and never daring to touch.