Today was
Nosferatu (2024)! (The 1922 version was re-watched last week.)
Just like the original, it's basically Bram Stoker's
Dracula, up until "the Count" actually arrives in England/Germany. We start with the hapless young lover, played by Nicholas Holt this time around, sent by his employer to a spooky ass castle in Transylvania. Much like every other version, it doesn't go *great*. Our dark creature of the night, Count Orlok, is an awful lot more monstrous than most Drac's, though; the accent Bill Skarsgard opted to go with is also A LOT, it was hard not to laugh.
I'd like to say more, but my stumbling block with this story is always the vampires willing servant, Renfield. The little sicko craves the life of small creatures, and frequently eats bugs in every iteration. They really topped themselves this time though, the bastard bites the head clean off a pigeon in a close-up, and we linger on the image. I just haven't got the stomach, The End! (No really, I'm making dinner here in a minute, I can't finish this.) I got maybe an hour in, I've heard the second half is more interesting, I'll have to skip ahead some other time after a light lunch.