Robert Eggers’ Nosferatu is more than just a tribute to the 1922 classic—it’s a creature of its own, crawling from the depths of cinematic horror with a hypnotic, nightmarish presence.
Willem Dafoe might have stolen Shadow of the Vampire, but here, it’s Bill Skarsgård who vanishes completely into the role. He is unrecognisable, an unholy specter lurking in the film’s inky shadows, turning every frame into a living painting of dread.
Speaking of shadows—Eggers wields them masterfully. A certain Count’s…