The strongest element of this movie was the atmospheric photography. Bleak, gray, somber, macabrely elegant. Everything cast in granite and shadow and blue moonlight. Beautiful to look at. Per usual for Eggers, the period sets were meticulous down to the finest 19th century detail. Not much to sink one’s teeth into, however, in terms of story. Much of the basic vampire lore from the source material is here. A few jump scares. Dafoe chews the scenery as always. The biggest disappointment for me was the one thing I was most stoked about. Bill Skarsgard as Count Orlok screamed must-see cinema. Instead we got an unrecognizable Skarsgard buried under facial prosthetics, whose voice sounded like it had been run through a Victorian wheezebox, his slavic Carpathian accent so thick at times as to require subtitles to understand. The deviations in plot and backstory from both Stoker’s novel and the F.W. Murnau classic were at times hard to follow and ultimately unsatisfying. Worth watching once but not much here worth remembering.