As a long time book reader, all of the fanart popping up where Dracula actually looks like Dracula is so vindicating, I can't put it into words.
Lucy, dear, no, that's not how Othello....Lucy, no.
And here we have the first major blip of what we're going to call "Stoker grinds the story to a stop to have his otherwise pretty well-written (for male-authored Victorian fiction) female characters lecture themselves about how men are the superior sex."
I'm probably giving him too much credit but it's so effing jarring it feels like a 'methinks thou dost protest too much'; he gets the women in the novel approaching transgressive or feminist subjects and then frantically reiterates their adherence to Socially Acceptable in case the Gentle Victorian Reader think less of them.
John and Quincey's introductions just hit me right. Compared to a lot of other fiction-of-the-day I find Stoker's characters are very broad-strokes but they're memorable in ways many of his contemporaries aren't. Jack fumbling around and nearly sitting on his hat and Quincey's ridiculous hammed-up Texanisms with a splash of heart-melting sincerity are just such silly, humanising moments for these dudes.
I have my problems with the 1992 film but I will forever stand by the casting for Lucy's trio:
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