We watched the 1931 Dracula for the first time last night and this morning our conversation is full of bad Hungarian vampire impersonations.
I sit at my computer with the curtains closed. Enter M.
M: Why are you sitting in the dark?
Me: It reminds me choff my home. My ... gastle. In Transylvania.
M: Ah.
Leaves.
It's a funny movie with awful, glacial pacing. Dwight Frye is better mad than sane. Dr Sewerd is the only person in the U.K. with an English accent, aside from the asylum attendant, Martin, who takes care of Renfield. (Renfield gets out of his cell and runs into the doctor's living room with such effortless impunity that you wonder why they bothered locking him up at all. You also wonder why the doctor and his family are not a little more alarmed to have a beetle-eating vampire slave creeping in through the door in the middle of their conversations.) The rest are somehow American, even Seward's daughter.
I sit at my computer with the curtains closed. Enter M.
M: Why are you sitting in the dark?
Me: It reminds me choff my home. My ... gastle. In Transylvania.
M: Ah.
Leaves.
It's a funny movie with awful, glacial pacing. Dwight Frye is better mad than sane. Dr Sewerd is the only person in the U.K. with an English accent, aside from the asylum attendant, Martin, who takes care of Renfield. (Renfield gets out of his cell and runs into the doctor's living room with such effortless impunity that you wonder why they bothered locking him up at all. You also wonder why the doctor and his family are not a little more alarmed to have a beetle-eating vampire slave creeping in through the door in the middle of their conversations.) The rest are somehow American, even Seward's daughter.
