Thursday, November 01, 2007


Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens (1922)
directed by F. W. Murnau
rating: 4 out of 5 cravats
on DVD from Netflix

The twentieth century never seems longer than when I think of watching a movie like Nosferatu upon its release. What could possibly have equaled the horror of seeing that creature rise from its coffin in a vaudeville hall in the middle of Germany somewhere? There are, of course, worse terrors - especially in Germany between the wars - but none of them with awe attendant hand in hand, a wonder of the inspirational sort, of witnessing a miracle and walking away. Maybe because Nosferatu is simply so old - ten years at least on most of the movies I think of that way - I am always one step ahead, or behind, drawing the curtains open or closed with both hands, peeking through.