my note-to-self continues:
"...speaking pace is measured, deliberate. That Hopkins, Ryder, and Oldman play reincarnated versions of themselves - the maiden, the clergyman, the lover/warrior. The feel is earnest, but the quality of the images is... arch. Violence is immediate but not pleasurable. When Dracula lunges at the cross and it pours forth blood, it is a dark miracle that transmutes eternal
basically, my love for this movie should bring on a bout of chagrin, but there's too much enthusiasm in me to leave room for real shame.
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