This is one of the best films I have ever seen. Maybe it’s the bald vampire Nosferatu, and how he’s rejected by society at large and totally isolated.
Maybe it’s the superb performances, the dark Bavarian scenery, or the subliminal humor.
Or it could just be the beautiful nude dame struggling to escape the spine-tingling grasp of a horny bald man.
The setting is during the silent film era. It’s fascinating to see how they made films back then, their equipment, their techniques, and their passion for this fabulous new art form. The director sacrificed all for the sake of producing a superlative object of ART.
Art is rarely of any concern to modern films. It’s used more to sublimate some political subterfuge into your subconscious, rather than for the sake of beauty and the grandiloquence of pure creativity. Art is a vampire to modern movie makers, an ugly, horrifying specter in the shadows used to inject the producer’s vile philosophy into your stubborn brain matter.
Modern films don’t just use grand landscapes or dramatic scenic contrasts as ART to relax you, then program you. They use the trickery of dialogue, innuendo; and the subliminal speed of editing their film one frame at a time to cram you the viewer full of ideas and compulsions that are unnatural, unwanted, and unwelcome.
The standard (mandatory!) structure of screenplays any more is built around the commercial breaks. They create “turning points” that leave you anticipating, vulnerable, and ready for advertisers to suck your blood, and leave you weak with an intangible, insatiable lust for their products.
How many really stupid things have you bought on impulse?
Doesn’t it bother you that advertisers have such immediate — unnoticed — access to your subconscious? Haha. You thought no one had the secret password to your unconscious mind???
Screenplays are never allowed to be complicated or to contain too much information. Alas, the viewers must have plenty of bandwidth during commercial breaks to be programmed to consume all the useless things and bizarre ideas their sponsors and advertisers pay billions to cram into your brain pan.
Investors, sponsors, advertisers — they’re all just emotional vampires using art and creativity and drama to make you into a driven, obsessive, consuming machine. They suck you dry, then toss you overboard, and leech on some other poor gullible fellow until his life energy is gone, too.
Pity nobody in Hollywood appreciates the medium for the art. They’re all blind people in the darkness, narcotized and desensitized by their own self-imposed virtual immortality.
They’re all Nosferatu.
