(or most of it, at least.)it's so curious to me that someone like Coppola, surely a master right out of the gate in the early 70s, could be guilty of the poor filmmaking taste on display here. his intentions for the picture are obvious (expressionism, lush design and color, gothic romanticism) but recklessly undone at every turn by distressingly uneven production values (DP Michael Ballhaus seems to bathe every third shot in ugly, inappropriate natural light) and a distinct disinterest in cultivating a tone (any tone!) capable of keeping the story afloat. the movie simply ping-pongs back and forth between austerity and camp, using neither to its advantage. and while Gary Oldman and Tom Waits are able to manage James Hart's fatally unimaginative script, the rest of the cast struggles, particularly Keanu Reeves, who in all fairness would probably struggle on Days Of Our Lives. Dracula feels like an uninspired first draft of what it seems like a Coppola vampire movie ought to be.
"the horror...the [inept, simulated] horror..."
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