Nosferatu by Robert Eggers is an absolute masterpiece that gets straight to the point: human sexual impulses are an inevitable, violent force completely beyond rational control. Count Orlok isn’t some abuser or stalker; he’s an entity, a massive metaphor for desires repressed by industrial and rationalist society. Trying to turn him into a figure of abuse is such a shallow, clueless take that totally misses what the film is really about.
Eggers delivers an incredible psychosexual narrative. Ellen isn’t fighting…