Gary Oldman, "Bram Stoker's Dracula" (Francis Ford Coppola, 1992)

Some more notes for today:

• 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: