Have you ever had one of those nights out, having such a good time you want to keep going all night? So you drag it out, up until you realise you had too much fun, gone past the point of enjoyable leisure into pure regret. That must be how Nosferatu probably feels after centuries of endless living in the shadows, staying up all night.

Nosferatu the Vampyre is Werner Herzog’s remake of the story based on Dracula, the classic story we all know. Jonathan Harker travels to Count Dracula’s castle, even after his wife, Lucy, begs him not to go. Jonathan states his reason is so he can buy Lucy the house she deserves. I have had to work with some awful people for money to get a mortgage, so I can empathise. He ignores her and countless other warnings on his trip to Transylvania, thinking about the potential payday.

As soon as he arrives at the castle, Jonathan meets Count Dracula. With uncut fingernails and protruding fangs for teeth, I would have had a hard time convincing myself this man was a shut-in or hoarder and not a vampire. If that is not enough to convince Jonathan his host is what he very much appears, after cutting his thumb on a knife, Count Dracula insists on sucking the wound. Now, unless I'm a kinky sex worker hired to fulfil his fantasy, I’d have drawn the line there personally, but Jonathan was thinking about that juicy commission.

Herzog’s Nosferatu, played by Klaus Kinski, is unique from other portrayals of Dracula. Usually, we’d expect a ghoul to move mysteriously, but Kinski’s portrayal is more comedically realistic. Shots of Nosferatu moving his own coffins, refreshing for an immortal rich millionaire in my opinion. Kinski walks about the streets like a tourist looking for his hotel or a niche restaurant the locals eat at, it brings a humorous reality to the story of the practicalities of moving to another country, even if you are a cursed immortal who is centuries old.