I’m not certain whether Rober Eggers believes in god. But I’m sure he believes in the devil. Witness Nosferatu.

Nosferatu is a masterpiece of shadow and menace, a triumph of Gothic horror that rekindles the haunting allure of the original while standing as a singular vision in its own right.

Eggers’ Nosferatu is more than a remake—it’s a reinvention, a vivid nightmare brought to life with unrelenting artistry. Channeling the eerie stillness of F.W. Murnau’s 1922 silent classic, Eggers weaves a tapestry of dread that feels at once timeless and bracingly new.

This is not homage for the sake of homage but a director at the height of his craft, paying reverence while daring to reimagine.

Bill Skarsgård as Count Orlok delivers a performance that chills to the bone. With his gaunt, almost alien physicality, he embodies the grotesque allure of a predator who is both repellent and magnetic.His every movement feels deliberate, calculated, and impossibly inhuman—a living shadow haunting the screen.

Opposite him, Lily-Rose Depp brings unexpected depth to Ellen Hutter, transforming what could have been a passive victim into a figure of quiet strength and tragic beauty. Depp’s Ellen is more than prey; she is a soul wrestling with fate, her luminous presence cutting through the film’s enveloping darkness.

The cinematography, by Jarin Blaschke, deserves special mention. Every frame is painterly, drenched in ominous blues and searing blacks, where light fights desperately against encroaching darkness.

The interplay of shadow and silhouette is breathtaking, recalling German Expressionism while feeling utterly contemporary. Eggers’ attention to historical detail and his obsession with atmosphere result in a film where every element, from the creak of a door to the whisper of wind, pulls us into its otherworldly grip.

Eggers is a filmmaker unafraid of taking risks, and Nosferatu thrives on its slow, deliberate pacing. Some may find its measured approach alienating, but those willing to surrender to its rhythms will find a film of rare power—horror that seeps into your bones rather than shocking you with sudden jolts.

Nosferatu is more than a film; it is an experience, a descent into the uncanny that lingers long after the credits roll. Eggers has crafted a rare horror movie, one that respects its roots while staking its claim as something wholly new.