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I might have to do a Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) appreciation thread.
For example: Among its many other qualities, it managed to make the act of petting an arctic wolf *extremely* sexual, and in doing so advanced the cause of glove kink by decades.
For example: Among its many other qualities, it managed to make the act of petting an arctic wolf *extremely* sexual, and in doing so advanced the cause of glove kink by decades.
Also included: literal monster-fucking.
Bonus: Dracula is in love with Mina, but is (mostly) unrepentantly evil.
Also: it steps right up to the line of actual porn.
This scene. Her dress. The candles. She calls him “my prince.”
This whole sequence is amazing.
This is basically Luke walking in on Rey and Kylo in the hut. You can’t change my mind.
This movie has a ton of two things missing from contemporary vampire flicks:
Explicit religious imagery.
BLOOD. LOTS OF BLOOD.
Explicit religious imagery.
BLOOD. LOTS OF BLOOD.
The use of RED in this movie.
The symbolism. Lucy’s life and femininity is sacrificed to the masculine power of death.
REINCARNATION/SOULMATE TROPE
“My God. Who are you? I know you.”
“I... have crossed... oceans of time... to find you.”
“I... have crossed... oceans of time... to find you.”
