Goofy bit of postwar kitsch that achieves a rare mix of colonial apologia and Cold War propaganda

In which a poor nation’s imported elite are housed in a unregenerative cesspit of violence, incest, racism.. a perfect slice of life film

Eggers’ vision of this story, perhaps predictably, is largely unique because it takes up the nascent modernity of its social world. Where it lacks complexity is in its characterization. Ellen’s internal dialogue is conspicuously missing, and by making Orlock a figure of abject evil, Eggers fails to capture what makes him so interesting: his refrain, sexual repression, the desires that make him decidedly human despite all of his murderous inertia (which Kinski so clinchingly portrays in Herzog’s version). Stylistically a bit overwrought and repetitive.

Haynes just so good at bringing subtle emotions and mannerisms to the fore. Could've had more juice. Peak addition to the "I would've never treated Rooney Mara like that" canon