“I think we deserve a scary, smelly corpse again,” grins writer-director Robert Eggers from under his baseball cap. “We’ve gone all the way to [Twilight’s sparkly antihero] Edward Cullen, where vampires are not scary. So how do we go in the complete opposite direction of that? Vampires were scary enough that people used to dig up corpses and chop them into bits and set them on fire.”
Welcome to Nosferatu, Eggers’ 1830s-set gothic melodrama that is, indeed, scary – so foul and frightening, in fact, that viewers raised on the tween-friendly likes of the Twilight Saga and The Vampire Diaries might regret inviting it in.
