1001 Movie Club: Vampyr
This is the fourth and final film for the November selections of the 1001 Movies Club. Click here to read other club members’ reviews of this, and the other films we watched in November.
Not that any of my reviews are that well thought out, or interesting, but I’ll admit I’m pretty lackluster about this film, so this review may be a little ass-y. And I’ll note that I did have a pretty intense cold when I watched this that made me very impatient and grumpy. I didn’t really find much of value in Carl Theodor Dryer’s Vampyr. I had trouble following the narrative, the poor production values (I’ll backpeddle in a bit) really distracted me, and I didn’t really care what was happening in the film.
Now, I’ll admit, I have never been one for old movies. I’m trying to correct that with mild success, but Vampyr is clearly out of my grasp for now. Complaining about production values may make me seem like a jackass. And I respect that. I hope it doesn’t come across that I can’t appreciate anything that has a budget over one hundred million dollars. The chintzy music and poor cinematography had me straining to discern characters and plot directions, and hoping that the seventy minutes would end already.
As for the freak-out factor (which I can only assume Dreyer was attempting to create), it was almost non-existent for me. The one moment that did kind of have me on edge was this moment:
Yes, whoever that girl is, she can certainly make me uncomfortable with her face contortions.