Have you ever had an intense online relationship? One where you're constantly texting, all hot and heavy? Then, one day, you finally meet the person, and they're creepier than you thought. Yes? No? Just me? Because that's basically the plot to Robert Eggers Nosferatu, a reverential remake of the 1922 silent film of the same name directed by F.W. Murnau, a classic that haunts the modern collective unconsciousness. Murnau's movie was an unauthorized adaptation of Bram Stoker's ‘Dracula’, the original Blood Slut.
Eggers is at the peak of his cinematic powers in Nosferatu, a gorgeous nightmare—desolate and horny—bled of color and draped in shadows. The cast acts with eyes that tremble, widen, and narrow. Murnau would approve. Willem Dafoe is just Willem Dafoe—a disappointing performance. Lily-Rose Depp is haunted and hunted by Bill Skarsgård's hulking vampire, a thickly-accented Vlad the Impaler look-a-like. The movie is slow until the pulse quickens.
I saw that pic and thought “Finally, the role RuPaul was born to play!”