Shadow Of The Vampire

Shadow of the Vampire is a film full of good ideas that are only partially developed. Clever, engaging, and boosted by the sublime casting of Willem Dafoe as Nosferatu “actor” Max Schreck, its premise is ripe with possibilities but the movie’s too slight to register much impact: characters remain achingly underdeveloped and the whole lacks a sense of pace or structure. What’s left, however, is enough for anyone to get their teeth into: the delightful performances from a sterling cast and director E Elias Merhige’s affectionately tongue-in-cheek homage to a landmark of German silent cinema. John Malkovich is aptly loony as the eccentric director FW Murnau, whose passion in filming the 1922 classic Nosferatu leads to the extreme casting of Schreck as the vampire, a vision of evil who, in this movie’s delightfully twisted imagination, actually is a vampire, sucking the blood of cast and crew members who’ve dismissed Schreck as an over-zealous method actor.