The director tried his best to portray Count Dracula as a personable and bloodthirsty devil with no regrets for his lover's loyalty, but when I saw his specific action plan, I only felt a pain in the brain.
Winora is beautiful. On London's always dark long streets, among the countless blurred crowds that were deliberately and quickly edited, the woman in the little green silk dress suddenly looked back, and was frozen in the memory of every audience, the feminine actress.
The vampire movies have nothing to structure this mystical creature, and the steadfast love that is intended to be praised is like a soak of horse urine. One extra star for Anne's "Love Song for a Vampire".
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