Dracula ★★★★½

An exhilarating fever dream of Gothic horror that Coppola makes his own through vivid color, a dizzying array of camera angles, a potent fusing of violent and sexual imagery, and, of course, an endlessly surprising vision of the Count himself. The overarching narrative isn’t terribly compelling and many of the characters are forgettable, but moment to moment the craft is so entrancing, exciting, and unpredictable. One moment Dracula’s shadow untethers itself from its body and looms with gangly outstretched fingers towards Jonathan, and the next he’s slithering up the side of his castle wall like an insect. Later he hangs like a bat upside-down but is bright green in color, only to turn as white as a sheet a few scenes later as he approaches the end of his undead existence. You could jump into this movie at just about any point and instantly fall under its spell.