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handful_ofdust, Fox Barrel Apricot Pear Cider, and the BBC's Count Dracula (1977). The rest was not worth recording and almost all of today closely followed suit, which is why the remainder of tonight's post is about vampires. Mostly notes, taken last night when I thought my brain might still hold up to a review. Imagine it's about six in the morning, whatever your time is, and I haven't yet been to bed. It's nearly true.
I do not consider myself a connoisseur of Draculas. I've seen Dracula (1931) because it's a classic; Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens (1922) because I was lucky enough to have it assigned for a class in college; Dracula: Pages from a Virgin's Diary (2002) because I'd never seen any Guy Maddin; and Horror of Dracula (1958) because I love Peter Cushing. I've heard recommendations both for and against Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) and I am trying to forget those five minutes of Van Helsing (2004) that my brother and I ran into on television once. I was shown the relevant episode of Buffy by way of introduction to the series, which may explain why it didn't catch on. The Fearless Vampire Killers (1967) doesn't count. Considered only against Bela Lugosi, Max Schreck, Zhang Wei-Quiang, and Christopher Lee, then, all of whom made very different impressions on the role, Louis Jourdan is yet another kind of Dracula again. What surprised me is that I might like him best of all. ( The blood of a human for me, a cooked bird for you. Where is the difference? ) About most of the important things, Count Dracula is one of the more accurate adaptations of the novel I've even heard of, let alone seen. My mother had remembered it since its original airing, vividly and with some unease. She was right to do so.
There were good things about today. I should remember them. The Weird seems to have broken the Guardian. After some truly stupid shenanigans with Barnes & Noble, my copy of Gabrielle Safran's Wandering Soul: The Dybbuk's Creator, S. An-sky (2010) arrived with the late mail. It turned out the director of The Man Nobody Knew (2011) was answering questions after tonight's first-run showing at the Kendall Square Cinema.
And apparently I've senthandful_ofdust to hell. It's a gorgeously paved road, though.
On that, I'm going to bed.
handful_ofdust, Fox Barrel Apricot Pear Cider, and the BBC's Count Dracula (1977). The rest was not worth recording and almost all of today closely followed suit, which is why the remainder of tonight's post is about vampires. Mostly notes, taken last night when I thought my brain might still hold up to a review. Imagine it's about six in the morning, whatever your time is, and I haven't yet been to bed. It's nearly true.I do not consider myself a connoisseur of Draculas. I've seen Dracula (1931) because it's a classic; Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens (1922) because I was lucky enough to have it assigned for a class in college; Dracula: Pages from a Virgin's Diary (2002) because I'd never seen any Guy Maddin; and Horror of Dracula (1958) because I love Peter Cushing. I've heard recommendations both for and against Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) and I am trying to forget those five minutes of Van Helsing (2004) that my brother and I ran into on television once. I was shown the relevant episode of Buffy by way of introduction to the series, which may explain why it didn't catch on. The Fearless Vampire Killers (1967) doesn't count. Considered only against Bela Lugosi, Max Schreck, Zhang Wei-Quiang, and Christopher Lee, then, all of whom made very different impressions on the role, Louis Jourdan is yet another kind of Dracula again. What surprised me is that I might like him best of all. ( The blood of a human for me, a cooked bird for you. Where is the difference? ) About most of the important things, Count Dracula is one of the more accurate adaptations of the novel I've even heard of, let alone seen. My mother had remembered it since its original airing, vividly and with some unease. She was right to do so.
There were good things about today. I should remember them. The Weird seems to have broken the Guardian. After some truly stupid shenanigans with Barnes & Noble, my copy of Gabrielle Safran's Wandering Soul: The Dybbuk's Creator, S. An-sky (2010) arrived with the late mail. It turned out the director of The Man Nobody Knew (2011) was answering questions after tonight's first-run showing at the Kendall Square Cinema.
And apparently I've sent
handful_ofdust to hell. It's a gorgeously paved road, though.On that, I'm going to bed.
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