BRAM STOKER’S DRACULA (Francis Ford Coppola, 1992)

Earlier I answered a survey question on Yougov that asked if I ever enjoyed watching a movie that was so bad it was good. I clicked the first choice which was something like “Hell yeah, all the time!” Then, as if to prove it, I went to a screening of Coppola’s Bram Stoker’s Dracula at the local cinema as part of their Tuesday Classics series. This is profound only to fellas that love Jean Rollins’ films and their mix of breasts, diaphanous gowns, weak scares, and badly overwrought and undercooked acting, while being a perfectly good comedy for the rest of us. I laughed out loud (Anthony Hopkins!) and left the theater feeling cheerful.