The more I’ve watched it, the less I enjoy it. Francis Ford Coppola’s version of the Dracula story features Gary Oldman as the Count, who returns from war to discover his beloved has died by suicide after believing him dead. Abandoning his faith, he vows to return from beyond the grave for vengeance against humankind. Centuries later, he reappears to fulfill that promise but finds himself drawn to Mina (Winona Ryder), who reminds him of his lost love. Put aside any connection to Bram Stoker’s novel; this film takes considerable liberties, and don't expect a frightening Dracula movie—it’s more about lavish Gothic romance. The production values are undeniable; the costumes, cinematography, music, sets, and puppet work all look expensive and visually impressive. However, transforming Dracula into a figure of tragic longing was a misstep, as were several casting choices and performances. It's simpler to list those who do well: Tom Waits as Renfield and Richard E. Grant as Dr. John Seward deserve recognition. Oldman is dedicated to his role and captures the character’s inner torment, but someone decided it would be good to portray him as a foppish old man with prosthetics! It's impossible to take the character seriously once he appears. There are some scenes intended to be erotic, seemingly aimed at horror fans who like that sort of thing, though they feel more like late-night MTV videos than genuinely sensual moments. Despite some amusing insertions within a rather slow story—did Anthony Hopkins just smell cheese, and did Keanu Reeves try for a British accent?—the film has its enjoyable aspects. It should have been a Gothic masterpiece, but it’s clear Coppola was in over his head when trying to tackle this genre. After waiting more than ten years to rewatch the movie, I can say with certainty that it's one of those films that gets worse each time you see it, unless you appreciate unintentional comedy. 3/10

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