F.W. Murnau's 1922 silent horror Nosferatu' is a genuine classic of must-see proportions, but the same regrettably cannot be said of this oddity based loosely on events surrounding the original production. Initially shot against the backdrop of a convincingly decadent looking 1920s Berlin, the premise is relatively straightforward Mernau, (played by an unusually one-dimensional John Malkovich), decides to shoot his own version of Dracula having been refused the rights by Bram Stoker's estate, changing the Count's name to Orlock and casting a mysterious actor Max Schreck in the title role. The rest of the cast and crew are informed that Schreck (an almost unrecognisable Willem Dafoe) is a method actor who briefly studied under Stanislafsky. Consequently when they arrive on location, leaving behind what Murnau describes as the artifice of the studio', Schreck insists on appearing in full costume and make-up, and that shooting can only be carried out at night.
Factual inaccuracies aside (the necessary film stock for night shoots hadn't been developed in 1922), the first third of this film displays some definite potential, refusing to conform to any generic ideal and swinging with occasional accomplishment between moments of high comedy and unsettling horror. The film rapidly becomes unstuck when it's revealed that Murnau has made some fairly unconventional casting decisions in his quest for the ultimate in cinematic authenticity. Schreck is neither employing the Method to get into the part of Orlock, nor is he strictly human. Whilst ignoring the exceptional performance of the actual Schreck in the original, this revisionist perspective is certainly interesting, and it's a shame that it's revealed far too early in the film. Had director E. Elias Merhige kept his audience guessing as to Schreck's true nature, the whole experience would have been considerably more rewarding.
Whilst the individual performances, notably a fiendishly OTT Dafoe and a spoofy Eddie Izzard (as the increasingly uneasy hero Gustav von Wangerheim) are invitingly watchable, the story as a whole fails to gel satisfactorily or sustain the viewer's attention. It's more of an exercise in psychological disintegration than a traditional horror movie, focusing on Murnau's obsessive need to complete the film at any cost. It becomes apparent that the despotic and drug-addicted director has entered into an almost Faustian pact with Schreck, promising him the neck of young starlet Greta Schroeder (Catherine McCormack) in return for his undead performance. He's fully aware of the morbid implications of his actions throughout; but by the time he realises that it's Schreck who controls the agenda it's far too late for his cast and crew, and also unfortunately most of the struggling audience. Some fairly fragmented editing inhibits any detailed development of characters and narrative structure, and the ultimate message that Murnau is more of a monster than his pitifully tragic leading man is blatantly signposted from the outset. For a film that attempts to evoke the dramatic gravitas of Gods and Monsters' or the comedy value of the far superior Ed Wood', Shadow of the Vampire' ultimately captures neither.
Factual inaccuracies aside (the necessary film stock for night shoots hadn't been developed in 1922), the first third of this film displays some definite potential, refusing to conform to any generic ideal and swinging with occasional accomplishment between moments of high comedy and unsettling horror. The film rapidly becomes unstuck when it's revealed that Murnau has made some fairly unconventional casting decisions in his quest for the ultimate in cinematic authenticity. Schreck is neither employing the Method to get into the part of Orlock, nor is he strictly human. Whilst ignoring the exceptional performance of the actual Schreck in the original, this revisionist perspective is certainly interesting, and it's a shame that it's revealed far too early in the film. Had director E. Elias Merhige kept his audience guessing as to Schreck's true nature, the whole experience would have been considerably more rewarding.
Whilst the individual performances, notably a fiendishly OTT Dafoe and a spoofy Eddie Izzard (as the increasingly uneasy hero Gustav von Wangerheim) are invitingly watchable, the story as a whole fails to gel satisfactorily or sustain the viewer's attention. It's more of an exercise in psychological disintegration than a traditional horror movie, focusing on Murnau's obsessive need to complete the film at any cost. It becomes apparent that the despotic and drug-addicted director has entered into an almost Faustian pact with Schreck, promising him the neck of young starlet Greta Schroeder (Catherine McCormack) in return for his undead performance. He's fully aware of the morbid implications of his actions throughout; but by the time he realises that it's Schreck who controls the agenda it's far too late for his cast and crew, and also unfortunately most of the struggling audience. Some fairly fragmented editing inhibits any detailed development of characters and narrative structure, and the ultimate message that Murnau is more of a monster than his pitifully tragic leading man is blatantly signposted from the outset. For a film that attempts to evoke the dramatic gravitas of Gods and Monsters' or the comedy value of the far superior Ed Wood', Shadow of the Vampire' ultimately captures neither.
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