Tuesday, October 30, 2012
F. W. Murnau | Nosferatu
soil of the damnedby Douglas Messerli
Henrik Galeen (screenplay, based on Bram Stoker’s Dracula), F. W. Murnau (director) Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens (Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror) / 1922, USA 1929, the showing I saw was at the Egyptian Theater in Hollywood on October 28, 2012
Although the recent showing I saw of Murnau’s great film, Nosferatu, was clearly timed for the Halloween season, I was struck in watching it the other afternoon that, in many senses Nosferatu—despite its awe-full and horrifying images—is not really a horror film in the way the genre has come to be defined. Yes, there a monster of sorts who destroys a large number of people; there are isolated landscapes, as in the later Dracula and Frankenstein, that gives one goose-bumps. There is even, as in Lang’s M, a terrifying chase scene that reveals the evils not only of the figure being chased (in this case the mad real-estate broker, Knock) but the blood-thirsty crowd behind him. Yet, not for one moment was I really terrified.
Certainly, it would have been far easier, given—as we are later told—the vampire’s requirements of traveling not only with his own coffin but several others containing the damned soil of his homeland in which was buried, along with, inexplicably, several coffins filled with rats. The rats are, quite obviously, one of Murnau’s symbolic images, representing as they do the contagion and plague that follows Orlok’s immigration.
Throughout the early scenes of Nosferatu Hutter and others describe Translyvania as a world of “thieves and ghosts,” a world of dangerously unscientific thinking—particularly compared with the professorial demonstrations of Sievers (Gustav Botz) within the German university. Even a book from that soiled world is a dangerous commodity, against which Hutter warns his wife and, in the end, is Ellen’s (Greta Schröder) undoing, as she convinces herself, after reading it, that she must sacrifice her life to destroy Orlok. Orlok may describe Ellen’s neck as being beautiful, but, at least to my taste, the actress Schröder is no great beauty; at moments she looks almost as if she were a male in drag. And Orlok seems to have as much taste for sailors and the Hutter’s neighbors as he does for Ellen herself.
Nosferatu, accordingly, is as much about supernatural evil as it is about social and intellectual contagion, symbolized by the plague Orlok brings with him.. The small town of Wisborg and Germany in general are infected with the outsider’s ways more than by Orlok’s acts. They become like the superstitious “thieves and ghosts” of Transylvania racing through their streets, Murnau’s fluid camera transcending to the skies, as the villagers chase after Knock.
The horror of this tale, accordingly, is more about an infection of inferior thinking than it is about the fangs of a vampire or an infestation of rats. Given those very attitudes of the German people just a few years later, with their belief in the "pure" German and their perception of Jews, gays (Murnau suffering restrictions of homosexuals far ahead of this period) and Gypsies as "dangerous" outsiders, we comprehend the true horror of this wonderful work of cinema-making.
Los Angeles, October 30, 2012