After many recommendations to watch the recently released Nosferatu, I finally did, but I could not get through it. Midway through, I was seriously disappointed that the movie was just Dracula, and it was poorly acted (god, that main actress was terrible and Nosferatu’s Eastern European accent was embarrassing), pretentious and devoid of the drama that Dracula demands. When I gave up on Nosferatu, I cleansed my palate with the truest, most goth-girl drama version of Dracula, Francis Ford Coppola’s Bram Stoker’s Dracula. This is the second time I have watched it this year. It is so damn good.
The Devil's Muse 