Review – Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Francis Ford Coppola serves us a muddled mess of a film suited primarily for the goth crowd. Minor kudos for some of the dramatic effects, in particular the creepy shadows that behave differently from the characters ostensibly casting them. If this had been a little less obtrusive, a little more subtle, it would have been much better. But subtlety is not the strong suit of this particular flick. Instead we are bombarded by the histrionics of a cast (Gary Oldman and Anthony Hopkins in particular) chewing the scenery with as much gusto as they chew each other. But even a less “earnest” group of thespians would have been sorely challenged to eke anything from the script besides a seamy stew of stunted sexuality. See if desperate