Directed by: Werner Herzog
Starring: Klaus Kinski, Isabelle Adjani, Bruno Ganz, Roland Topor, Walter Ladengast
F.W. Murnau's Nosferatu (1922) has been likened -- not inaptly -- to a chilly blast of doomsday, but that's a description that could as easily be applied to Werner Herzog's 1979 remake of that classic of horror cinema. Calling Herzog's film a remake, while technically correct, does it a grave disservice. Yes, it follows the outline of Murnau's film with reasonable fidelity, even to the point of duplicating some shots. But the overall sense of Herzog's version is more a combination of a reimagining and a meditation. Points that are suggested in Murnau's film -- the equation of the vampire and the plague, the tide of rats that accompany both -- are here taken to their logical extensions, creating a work of unusually unsettling power.
Murnau broke free of studio constraints when he made his film, shooting on location and finding the unreal beneath the real in a way that no studio-bound film had done. This too is the approach Herzog takes, but to even greater extremes. His Castle Dracula, for example, is merely a ruined outline against the sky when observed from a distance. That's the reality. The clean, whitewashed castle that Harker (Bruno Ganz) visits seems completely unconnected to this image, suggesting that perhaps it's an illusion held together by the strength of Count Dracula's (Klaus Kinski) will.
Yet that sets up a dichotomy in the film's portrayal of the Count -- one that's never fully reconciled. This Dracula is a true monster (his implacable force suggested the use of Wagner's Das Rheingold on the soundtrack), but he seems to have no magic powers. He's a tired, sick, eternally lonely, strangely sympathetic creature, shut off from a world he wants to be part of. He's both horrible and heartbreaking. Where Murnau found the unreal beneath the real, Herzog finds the human beneath the horror, and has crafted a film that may be more chilling than its source. A true modern classic of horror that should be seen by any fan of the genre -- and any fan of cinema, for that matter.
— reviewed by Ken Hanke