Truly, at the end of the day, I don't love Bram Stoker's novel. I read it in high school and revisited it a few years ago again. It conjures up unforgettable imagery and has some fantastic characters, but there’s something about the pacing and the plot that frustrates me. By the time we leave Dracula’s castle I’m generally checked out.
Nosferatu (1922) is so perfect because, by nature, it makes the imagery paramount, supreme. It takes what Bram Stoker wrote, exercises…
Didn’t quite live up to expectations that other Michael Mann films have led me to have. But nonetheless, a solid crime thriller.
Profoundly well written, Girls Will be Girls unfolded completely naturally. It has this way of bubbling up conflict both literally on screen and within the audience themselves. It’s excellent. Great performances and an exceptional directorial debut!
You think you know where it’s going, but the film continuously subverts your expectations and goes to much more meaningful and interesting places. And that gets uncomfortable, but it never lost my trust.
Oh, and I cried at the end. Points for that.
