aka Bram Stoker's Dracula
Coppola’s Dracula is visually interesting. He mutates the German expressionists love of shadow into something pure Hollywood but still effectively dramatic. On top of that he heaps dozens of colourful and theatrical elements, but it's more than the film can comfortably support.
The Dracula character is a tragic figure responsible for his own curse, thus ensuring that his grief lasts for centuries. Heartache can cause us to do odd things, but he really didn't think that through.
The acting by most of the cast is very dodgy. Reeves, Ryder and Frost are just plain awful. Oldman is fantastic as an old man, but his younger self has a hopeless romantic shtick that quickly bores. Man-bat form FTW!
2½ brain fevers out of 5