Nosferatu
“Does evil come from within us, or from beyond?”
Robert Eggers the man you are, this got it.
I cannot comprehend the beauty of Nosferatu into a mere review. I cannot convert my emotions into literature. I simply cannot serve the justice this film deserves.
It is down to its core, a sight to behold. An unfathomable amount of craftsmanship is threaded into the veins of “Nosferatu” and Eggers style lives and breathes for this spectacle.
A piece of cinematic history, retold into a modern day masterpiece.
Serves the beating heart of “A Symphony of Horror” but crushes the rib cage into something wonderfully artistic. Certainly creates a lane for existence and this is now - and forever, what my vision of Nosferatu looks like.
Performances are out of this world from Bill and Lilly. Bill embraces the darkness and becomes an abyss of horror even without presence. From his mannerisms to his voice, he is my Count Orlok.
Lilly extracts the nightmare from Ellen’s dreams in such a lucid manner, I began to feel like Eggers personally possessed her to craft the perfect portrayal. Her emotions are erratic, her movements are spliced, her dedication to Ellen is like no other.
It’s harrowing across all realms and I couldn’t be more grateful for the bite and claw that it will forever scar me with. The closing moments are quite possibly, one of my most beloved sequences of cinema. I was genuinely speechless, my eyes were dilating and my heart was racing. I will never recover from the infection that is my everlasting love for Nosferatu.
Every component culminates into my personal symphony of horror.
The visuals of fear, the emotions of romance, the sound of despair, the narrative of tragedy, I am yours Nosferatu, “come to me”.