Shadow of the Vampire (2000)

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Shadow of the Vampire gets its 7.5 on the strength of one of the great horror premises and one of the great horror performances.

The conceit is irresistible. What if, during the 1922 filming of Nosferatu, the actor Max Schreck wasn’t acting at all? What if director F.W. Murnau hired a real vampire to play the part, and promised him his leading lady to get the most convincing monster ever filmed? It’s a brilliant idea, and for stretches the film is brilliant.

It’s held back only by not quite knowing what to do with its own concept once it’s set it up.

I had a great time with most of this film. Dafoe alone would be reason enough for me to recommend it, and the idea of a director feeding his crew to a monster for the sake of a good shot tickles me more than almost any horror premise I can think of. What keeps it off the higher numbers is that the film seems to run out of things to do with that idea once it’s set it up.

The film is a fiction wrapped around the real production of a real film, and it works as both a horror film and a sly meditation on what artists will sacrifice for their work. Murnau, as imagined here, is a director so obsessed with his vision that he’ll trade his crew’s lives for it. The vampire is almost the more sympathetic figure. The monster behind the camera is the question.

Willem Dafoe as Max Schreck

Willem Dafoe plays Max Schreck, or rather plays the vampire pretending to be an actor named Max Schreck, and the performance is extraordinary.

He disappears entirely into the rat-like physicality of the original Orlok, the clawed hands, the hunched stillness, the rodent teeth. But Dafoe adds something the silent original couldn’t, a voice and a pathos. His vampire is ancient, weary, and surprisingly melancholy, a creature who has forgotten most of what it was to be human.

The film’s best scene is a quiet one: the vampire drinking and talking with the crew and reflecting on Dracula, the novel, and what it stirred in him.

He remembers the loneliness of the Count more than the menace. Dafoe plays it with a sorrow that turns the monster into something tragic, and that scene alone is why I rate the film as high as I do. The Oscar nomination was deserved.

What makes it work is the layering. Dafoe is an actor playing a vampire playing an actor, and he keeps all the levels legible. The vampire’s irritation at having to pretend to be a Method performer, his confusion about film technology, his real hunger barely held in check, all of it plays at once. It’s a comic and tragic and frightening performance at the same time, and that’s a hard thing to do.

Malkovich and the Real Monster

John Malkovich plays Murnau as a man whose devotion to his art has curdled into something monstrous. This Murnau has made a deal with a vampire and intends to honor it, promising the creature his leading lady and absorbing the loss of crew members along the way, all so that the film he’s making will be perfect. Malkovich plays him as cold, controlling, and utterly committed, a man who believes the work justifies the bodies.

Its sharpest idea is that Murnau is the real villain.

The vampire kills because it’s a vampire and can’t help it. Murnau kills by proxy, deliberately, in cold blood, because he wants a good movie. The creature is following its nature and the director is making a choice. By the end the film suggests the inhuman figure on the set is the one calling action, and it’s a clever inversion. Malkovich plays it so coldly that I found him more frightening than Dafoe in full makeup.

The Filmmaking-About-Filmmaking Layer

The story takes place on a film set, and it’s real fun with the period detail of 1920s German filmmaking, the hand-cranked cameras, the makeup, the temperamental crew, the technical limitations Murnau worked within. For anyone who loves the original Nosferatu, the film is full of pleasures, recreating specific shots from the 1922 production and imagining the dark truth behind them.

This layer also carries the theme. The film is about the cost of art, and setting it on the making of a masterpiece lets that theme play literally. Every life Murnau trades buys a better film. The movie asks whether any work of art is worth a human life, and it stages the question on the set of one of cinema’s acknowledged masterpieces. That gives it a real edge. The greatness of the real Nosferatu makes Murnau’s bargain tempting, and that’s the uncomfortable point.

Where It Falls Short

The weakness here is that it’s more premise than story.

The setup is so strong that the middle, where the film has to develop its situation, sometimes treads water, waiting to arrive at conclusions the premise already implied. The crew members being fed to the vampire are thinly drawn, so their deaths register as plot points instead of losses. I stopped caring who’d be next, and a horror film about a monster eating a film crew can’t afford that.

Tone is also a struggle. It’s part horror, part black comedy, part art-film meditation, and it doesn’t always balance the three.

Some scenes play the vampire for laughs in a way that undercuts the dread, and the film occasionally seems unsure whether it wants to frighten you, amuse you, or make you think. The two lead performances hold it together, but the film around them is less assured than they are, and it never fully delivers on the brilliance of its own idea.

Is Shadow of the Vampire worth watching?

Shadow of the Vampire gets its 7.5 on a brilliant premise and two superb performances.

Willem Dafoe’s melancholy, grotesque, Oscar-nominated turn as the vampire is the reason to see it, and John Malkovich’s cold Murnau supplies the film’s sharpest idea, that the man behind the camera is the real monster. The meditation on artistic obsession gives it real weight. It loses points for thin supporting characters, an uncertain tone, and a middle that doesn’t fully deliver on the premise.

That’s a 7.5, and the gap between the number and the premise frustrates me. Dafoe and that central idea deserved a great film, and they got a very good one with a slack middle and a crew I never learned to care about. I’d still put it in front of anybody who loves Nosferatu.

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