Eggers’ latest officially establishes his record as the best American filmmaker to debut in the last decade. Nosferatu is a shot in the arm of rampant lust and unholy desire, masterfully crafted in the shadows of dim blue nights and filled with both dread and anticipation. The urgency in Depp’s eyes as she thrashes about in ecstasy is a type of craving few may understand, but if you get it…you get it.
I wanna just dance, but he took me…
Lars Von Trier: Hey man, doesn’t life suuuuck? And doesn’t the life of an artist suuuuck? Aren’t serial killers the same as serious artists? Aren’t their victims, in a sense, a work of art? Hey, aren’t I a serious artist? Isn’t my entire filmography full of violent and disgusting things? Doesn’t Matt Dillon in this movie I directed remind you of me? Doesn’t his appalling crimes in this movie remind you of my movies and how they’re received by audiences?…
