
We talk about a lot of things, but at least anecdotally, it always feels like we never give quite enough love to Anthony Hopkins’ fearless turn as Professor Abraham Van Helsing. We talk about the costumes, and the practical effects, and the transformative creature makeup that made Gary Oldman’s ferocious performance all the more terrifying. It’s been three decades, and we’re still finding things to appreciate in its phantasmagorical wonder.Īnd yet, despite the continued, even growing, love for the film, I always feel that one particular element is too often left out of the conversation.


Francis Ford Coppola’s 1992 film adaptation of the foundational horror novel has always been a sexy, kinetic nightmare, but in an age when audiences worship at the altar of “believability” and CGI and LED Volume stages consume the visual language of film, the practical wizardry and expressionistic depth of the film makes it shine even brighter.

The more time passes, the better Bram Stoker’s Dracula looks.
