Rewatched last night out of curiosity. Din’t take notes.
When I first saw it, I hadn’t seen many silent films; some Keystone Kops at Shakey’s 35 years ago. Now I see Coppola’s *Dracula *as a love letter to the earliest days of cinema. I seem to remember reading that he did a lot of the FX “in camera,” like Murnau or Griffith would have done. I have not bothered to follow up on that.
The costumes, though very nineties in their pomoness, took the fashions of early silents as a starting point, I think: they kept reminding me of Chaplin’s A Woman of Paris and Dreyer’s Michael. Oh, and I hated the red “nightgown” Lucy wore when she humped the werewolf. (Yes I know it was Vlad; he didn’t only appear as a bat.) Strumpet red with a CORSET? to BED? Coppola shoulda vetoed that one.
Some of you mave have heard me say that I have no tolerance for people who insist a filmmaker remain blindly faithful to his source material; a *real *artist must reshape the work to fit his understanding, or his goals, or it won’t be art: it’s just paint-by-numbers. I have even less tolerance for anyone suggesting such rigidity with source material that’s, what, a hundred years old, and that’s been translated–to the screen alone–in a thousand different variations. The only way to approach a work like Dracula as a modern fillmmaker is to make something new of it. Coppola’s detour with Mina/Lizabeta works very well, plotwise. Not so sure thematically. At least, Dracula’s big moment, when he sacrifices his future with Mina so that she may live, isn’t big enough: it turns the entire original on its ear, but it does so a little too incidentally. Ditto the Romeo and Juliet scene where he regains his soul.
As bad as Keanu’s accent was, as worse as Winona’s, Tom Waits made me groan and giggle at the same time. He sounded like when we were little kids, making up silly accents.* Mawstuoah, win wail Oy gogh hewm?* Unless Coppola was going overboard in his attempt to duplicate early cinema (where do most Americans know an English accent from? Movies.)–Tom Waits is Gwyneth Paltrow compared to Bette Davis in Of Human Bondage–he really has no excuse for the obvious lack of a dialect coach in the budget. Unless the dialect coach was Dick Van Dyke.
Why does Hopkins play the priest at the beginning, in flashback? I can see the Mina/Lizabeta connection, but Van Helsing and the priest don’t parallel for me.
If Drac can walk about in the daylight, why is it so crucial that they get to him before the sun sets, at the end?
That was my girl Diamanda Galas shrieking on the soundtrack.
It’s good to know that snow will burn, and keep burning, in a perfect circle, if you need protection for horny hungry naked vampire babes.
Why was there a little lapdog–looked like a Jack Russell Terrier–running alongside the cart as it hurtled headlong up the hairpun turns during the final frantic chase?
Billy Campbell is seriously hot. Seriously