Focus Features original film Nosferatu was released December 25th, 2024.
#Nosferatu made $180.9M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 84%
metacritic: 78
imdb: 7.5
oscars: 4 nominations
Thomas Hutter
Thomas Hutter is sent to Romania to close a real-estate deal.
“What’s that, my love? What is it? Come here. There’s nothing to be afraid of, hmm? I wish I could stay, my love. How should I have earned such a doting wife? Ellen. I told you not to let her into bed. Everything I wear, absolutely covered in it. Today is of the utmost importance for us. I really must be off. Goodbye.” — Thomas Hutter
“Morning. Excuse me. Forgive me, sir. Pray, pardon me, Herr Knock, for my tardiness. Uh, and I thank you, sir, for considering me. You’re too generous, sir. Thank you, sir. Yes. Thank you, sir. Uh, and I’m most eager to proceed with whatever you request, that I might be fully engaged with the firm. Oh, yes? Uh, I should be pleased to escort the gentleman and recommend him to our properties. Forgive me, sir, but is it not, well, uh, a ruin? I shall meet him tomorrow, then– nine of the clock? I see. Oh. Indeed. Uh, may not the count execute the deed here when he arrives? Thank you, sir. Thank you. I shan’t disappoint. And what was the count’s name?” — Thomas Hutter
“And I shall have to set off tomorrow, as it is a six-week journey. But Harding has generously agreed to keep you till my return. What? What are you talking about? Uh, let us put them in water. What? What are you… what is this? Ellen, we have put these difficulties behind us. Please. No more of your childhood memories. The doctors advised never… never speak these things aloud. Never. It’s a trifle, a foolish dream, just as your past fancies. Everything is well. Look, when I return, I will finally make something of myself. I shall buy us a fine house of our own with a maidservant… I wish you to have all you deserve.” — Thomas Hutter
“Uh, uh, no, I oughtn’t. Thank you. Mm. Mm. I-I envy you. You’ve truly taken your father’s place now. It’s incredible. Congratulations. Hey, you always were a rutting goat. Mm. When I’m no longer a pauper. Uh, Friedrich, when I have, I mean to say, I shall finally be able to return the moneys you loaned me. Uh, and, Friedrich? Do take care off Ellen? She nearly begged me to remain here. I fear her past, uh, melancholy returning. Good night.” — Thomas Hutter
“Forgive me. Mm. Have you so little faith in me? I shall. I promise. Remember, it’s all for us. I love you. Farewell. Thank you. Okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, no. Uh, forgive me. I-I only wish to stay one night. I have an audience at the castle. Castle Orlok, beyond the AArnyek Pass… I am weary, I-I pray you. I will pay double the board. No, by the grace of God! Hello? My horse?” — Thomas Hutter
“Forgive me, Count. Would you not wish to wait till morning? Yes. Of course, sir. Pardon me, sir? Yes, my lord. Forgive me, my lord. Thank you, my lord. Of course, my lord. I have, my lord… uh, I have questions about the, um, unfamiliar customs of the peasantry and the errant wanderers. Last night, I saw… or, rather, I believe I saw a band of gypsies. They ventured to a small birch grove and… these gypsies, they exhumed a corpse. What manner of ritual… it’s nothing.” — Thomas Hutter
“Hello? Count? How careless of me, my lord. Of course. Just so. It, uh… yes. We are newly married of late. Incidentally, I have letters to her I would post, if I may. What was that, my lord? It’s providence, as Herr Knock would say. It is my good fortune, my lord. Forgive my asking, my lord, but why such an antique residence as Gruünewald Manor? Of course. Well, I thank you and congratulate you on your new home. If I may, my lord, i-if I may be slightly unsubtle in my approach, I-I wish to depart as soon as… well, as soon as agreeable my services rendered. I am much… I have been enduring the most irregular dreams. I fear I am taken ill. Uh, I must object, my lord. Uh, but, my lord… Count? Y-You have my locket.” — Thomas Hutter
Ellen Hutter
“Come to me. Come to me. A guardian angel. A spirit of comfort. Spirit of any celestial sphere. Anything. Hear my call. Come to me. I swear.”
“Thomas. Thomas? Nothing. I… I dreamt… I… the honeymoon was yet too short. Take off your shoes. But Greta loves it here. She wishes you to stay, too. One minute more. He has the position already. They’ll send him away.”
“Why have you killed these beautiful flowers? Nothing. Forgive me. They will only die in a few days. Throw them out. Throw them out! You cannot leave. I must tell you my dream. I must. No. It was our wedding. Yet not in chapel walls. Above was an impenetrable thundercloud outstretched beyond the hills. The scent of the lilacs was strong in the rain, and… when I reached the altar… …you weren’t there. Standing before me, all in black, was… death. But I was so happy. So very happy. We exchanged vows, we embraced, and when we turned around, everyone was dead. Father and… everyone. The stench of their bodies was horrible. And… but I’d never been so happy as that moment… …as I held hands with Death. It portends something awful for us. We needn’t any of that. You mustn’t leave. I love you too much.”
“I have put these fancies behind me. I have. And we have each other. I’m proud of you. Please keep safe. I will send you my utmost faith. And you will write to me every day. I love you.”
“Do you ever feel at times as if you were not… as if you were not a person? What I wish to say is that you are not truly present nor alive, as if you were at the whim of another, like a doll, and someone or something had power to breathe life into you, to move you. It’s not our of sorts. It’s… it’s as if there is something at play that is too awful or grave to explain. No, my lovely Anna. I… look at the sky. Look at the sea. Does it never call to you, urge you? Something is close at hand. Destiny! I am not mad, Anna. Forgive me. Everything I say sounds so childish. My heart is lost without my Thomas.”
“Oh, he’s coming to me. He’s coming. Nothing of Thomas? Nothing? Not even to your… at the shipyard? And Herr Knock? I never liked that man. Never. I shall call upon his office myself directly. I must discover something. But Thomas…”
Herr Knock
“Your delay is providential, my boy, providential. Come in, come in. Still preparing the account. When tidings of your recent nuptials reached my ears, I knew it was providence. A new husband requires new wages. Allow me to extend my congratulations to your wife. She truly is beautiful. A… a nonpareil. Almost a… …sylph. Indeed, indeed. Providence. Now, I have been entertaining dealings with a foreign count. Very old line of nobility. Very old and… eccentric. He wishes to acquire a home here in our Wisburg. To retire here. He has one foot in the grave, so to speak. I have already selected Gruünewald Manor. He requested an old home, and he will pay most generously. Here is the peculiarity. He’s too infirm to travel, so you needs must journey to him. He lives in a small country east of Bohemia, isolated in the Carpathian Alps. It will be a great adventure, my boy. Oh, no, it is much too urgent. He insists we offer him an agent… in the flesh. And he will reward you handsomely, my boy, handsomely. Secure this account, and you will secure your… official position in the firm. Orlok.”
“Your lordship, it is entirely as you demanded. He shall presently be in thy rule, and I shall attend thee here, near the object of thy contract!”
Friedrich Harding
“Pray, stop. Never since our school days, Tom. From my grandfather, the best. Uh, it’s worth celebrating your adventure. I envy you. The bloody responsibility, it’s crushing, Thomas, crushing. Of course, it’s unseemly to complain with all the earnings, but the demands of the market grow faster than the damned shipyard. And my two girls– two, Tom. I… I love them more than the world. And… speak none of this to Ellen or my Anna, but we have another on the way. Mm-hmm. I cannot resist her. And when will you two newlyweds? Not another word. Hmm? And toss aside your fine opportunity? Naturally. Her dashing young husband’s leaving her bedside cold. Listen, then, to your mother. Come. Pardon us, but I am to hunt a monster. Up we go. Come. I will stay with you until you are fast asleep.”
“Yet she has had these fits in the past. Troubled nerves and so on. Yes, of course. Yes, very well. No. I mean, yes, I’ve received nothing of any kind. Still no trace of him. His firm is in daily chaos. Please, Frau Hutter, no. Oh, for heaven’s sake! You cannot leave unaccompanied.”
Anna Harding / kids
“My sweet ones, it’s time now for bed. Papa! Papa! No! The time has simply come. Enough now. Come on. All right. We can’t! There is a monster in the room! Papa! Papa! Don’t let her feed me to the monster. Stab him! You’re a perfect child yourself. Good night. Papa, please stay with us! I can hear him beneath my bed! Nonsense, my darling. You are safe and sound.”
“Wait for me! Careful, children. Keep from that filth. Catch me! Well, I… well, of course we call feel out of sorts at times. God. That is his power. A gentle breeze from heaven. My sweet romantic. Leni. Your words spring from your honest heart.”
Romania
“What is all this barking? Get out, you filthy gypsies! You bring shame to my inn! And you bring me trouble. By God’s name, never speak of that castle. Return to your county, foreigner. Shut your mouths! May the holy mind if God bugger you! Go. I banish you, I banish you with garlic. Please, please don’t go there. Beware of his shadow. The shadow covers you in a nightmare. Awake, but a dream. There is no escape. Pray. Pray, pray. Bless her. Guide our stallion to the unclean spirit. The vampire! The vampire’s grave! The vampire! Find his tail! His cloven hooves! Silence! Silence! God send you burst!”
Count Orlok
“You. Wakened me from an eternity of darkness. You… you… you are not for the living. You are not for human kind. And you shall be one with me ever-eternally? Do you swear it?”
“You are late. The midnight hour has passed. And my attendants have all retired. Leave there your conveniences. Set out the deed and sit. I wish you to do as I request. Lord. Your lord. I will be addressed as the honor of my blood demands it. Pray… sit. I am most impatient to bring my eyes on your covenant papers. And my correspondence with your proprietor, Herr Knock. I have long awaited them. Drink.”
“I fear we yet keep close many superstitions here that may seem backward to a young man of your high learning. It is their filthy ritual. Speak not of it again! How I look forward to retiring to your city of a modern mind… …who knows nothing of nor believes any such morbid fairy tales. Eat. You are married, Herr Hutter? Take heed what you do. I might ease your wound. Come by the fire. Your face shows you unwell.”
“And your signature as solicitor. The language of my forefathers. A maiden’s token, I see. Your bride? May I? Lilac. You are fortunate in your love. Your signature. I pray… you will indulge my pardon. I durst not neglect your commission. Herr Hutter. Now are we neighbors. The covenant is signed. It is late. You must wish to retire. It is a black omen to journey in poor health. You will remain and well rest yourself. You will obey this, my counsel.”
“Your husband is lost to you. Dream of me. Only me. Only me.”
Germany
“You have kept him a quarter hour.”
“In mild cases of somnambulism– sleepwalking– it is brought on by a congestion of the blood. Too much blood. Perhaps… perhaps she was oppressed in a somewhat odd position beforehand. I see. Well, if it continues, let me know, but until then, uh, keep it from your worries, my dear fellow. I am disposed to recommend that she sleep in her corset. It encourages correct posture, calms the womb and revives circulation. And, uh, if her stirring escalates, you can always tie her to the bed. I’ll increase the ether.”
