How does that Mel Brooks song go? "Yes, we have Nosferatu!" -?
Anyways, this is a nice little examination of a movie based on a movie that you can pretty much buy anywhere for $1.99 in any ol' bargain bin - and to think that 80 years ago, this same movie was, like, illegal and finding its way into celluloidial burnpits because Mrs. Bram Stoker was all litigious an' shit.
The shadow of this vampire is twenty times more horrifying than most things on the silver screen these days. A screaming sawblade, or a creepy Asian ghostchildren with black inkpool eyes? Nothing on Graf Orlock's silhouette over a staircase.
I mean, let's consider this: the only men who've followed in Schreck's footsteps are Klaus Kinski and Willem Dafoe.
This book takes a cold hard look at the Kinski variation.
Cold. Hard. Look.
Cold. So cold.