Post by Toasted Cheese on Jan 13, 2021 3:42:04 GMT
I think that was what Coppola et al. were trying to go for, especially when we see Dracula as a dying martyr in the chapel at the end, but it didn’t come off as that to me. If he’s a good character just trying to rebel against social conventions and find his lost love, why does he carry through with his evil plot to take over England after discovering Mina’s portrait? Why does he laugh when giving his wives a baby to eat? Why does he rape Lucy, and as a monstrous being to boot? Etc.
Drac crossed oceans of time to find her. Sounded good at any rate.
The film I see wants us to see Dracula as a betrayed aristocrat that was fueled by his love for Mina. It is corny and romanticized, but I feel Coppola was quite clear on this and while Drac did what could be considered evil things and was a creature of the night, he wasn't exactly unlikable, he just defied the conventions of the light of what the Victorian era represented in terms of Christianity and God. He couldn't help himself anymore, his dark side won him over. The film is so stylized, that one is not so much supposed to care about what the characters are going through, but just enjoy the ride of its presentation and rendition of the tale.
I love the film’s images and stylization—in almost every way this is the Dracula movie I want. I just feel that the lost-love addition makes the film more a mess than than confusing plotting and a lousy Keanu Reeves performance ever could.
I haven't read the book, but I get where your are coming from, yet I never really thought about it too much in terms of narrative flaw. He was still a prince of darkness and his conquering spirit and drive for power before he became the Drac were still an inherent part of him. He was a making of his own design and his wicked evil was always an aspect of his personality. He was a psychopathic narcissist, yet still believed in true love and romantic delusions. He couldn't let go and it became his own undoing.
Nothing that comes out of this dark era in time, in which the Victorian era could aptly be described as a living hell for many, can be an absolute of any form of evil or goodness. It was just a time of great suffering, even if being experienced only figuratively as in need for lost love.