Nosferatu: Phantom der Nacht (1979)
(In French, On Cable TV, March 2022) Sometimes, critically reviewing some films is useless—being blandly descriptive is more than enough and viewers will fill out the rest. So it is that the most honest commentary about Nosferatu: Phantom der Nacht is simply “Late-1970s Werner Herzog remakes Nosferatu with Klaus Kinski.” That’s it. Nothing more needed. Well, unless you’re not aware of who Herzog is, what his approach looks like, what you can expect from Klaus Kinski, or what the heck is Nosferatu. Facts without context aren’t that useful, then. Which brings us to: Warner Herzog has always been a special director, often more obsessed with expressionism than anything else, with a pacing that takes forever and leaves ample time for visual tangents that don’t necessarily advance the story. Klaus Kinski, meanwhile, is a frequent collaborator who can be counted upon for wild performances. The 1970s were a dirty-grimy decade for cinema, and Nosferatu is a classic vampire film that filed off the serial numbers from Bram Stoker’s Dracula (but so insufficiently that it was sued and nearly destroyed) and created a more grotesque vampire archetype that is still well-known today. This remake brings up the classic story to late-1970s technical standards, but don’t go watching the film expecting a narratively conventional experience—Herzog has delivered a very stylish vampire film here. Whether that’s good or not is going to be up to the viewer. I’m in a generous mood today, so I’ll argue that we have plenty of narratively conventional vampire films to go around, which explains why Herzog’s work is still worth a look even forty years later. But ask me again tomorrow if I’d rather sit through this film again, and you may have a different answer.