I’m awake at 1am on a weeknight, eating ramen and trying to feel alive, and it’s lead me to a late night showing of Bram Stoker’s Dracula.
After initially marveling at the magical terribleness of Keanu Reeves’s Cali-“British” accent, I was reminded that this film also features that great master of the English tongue, Winona. The fact that both of these two were placed in a film as English people in the 19th century is amazing, and contributes to an almost surreally This-Is-A-Joke-Right? character carried by the film that is also nearly awesome.
I was also struck though by how beautiful Winona was. She was, in 1992, something magical, a fact that hasn’t traveled as tastes have changed and her career disintegrated. But for a few years, there was no one like her.
