Even if horror is your scene—it is certainly not mine—Nosferatu, which is one of the most talked-about shiver givers in recent times, please be cautioned: Nosferatu is a bit of a selfimportant slog. It is like one of those streetside pamphleteers who think they are changing the world. But in actuality they are merely making noise that feels urgent but is just heated humbug.

All through this bleak and burly slow-burn drama I felt a sense of mounting tension. But there is little to back up the sense of foreboding. The ostensibly Big Moments end in a whimper, sometimes literally. There is an episode where the female protagonist Ellen(Lily-Rose Depp, Johnny Depp’s Daughter) goes into a trance-like fit with loud moaning gasping, as if she has just watched the uncut version of Pushpa.

The sequence builds up to a crescendo and then simply collapses in exhaustion.