Looks incredible. This would make a ton of incredible music videos. As a narrative film, it needs something to elevate it a bit more, like musical numbers or hard core fucking.

Tracy Flick is the villain in this.

This felt pretty commercial for a Robert Eggers movie. I saw it in a packed smalltown theater full of normies on Christmas and people seemed really into it. This seemed like the least horny adaptation of this story I've seen, but in a way I liked. Here Nosferatu is a stand in for a depressive's self-destruction. A literal embodiment of a sad woman's death wish. Anyone who utters the phrase "style over substance" should have a finger broken.