Bram Stoker's Dracula: Collector's Edition
Had director Francis Ford Coppola replaced the dialogue track from Bram Stoker's Dracula with silent-movie intertitles—a gesture that would have synced well with his frequent nods to cinema's infancy and use of old-fashioned camera tricks—it might have been a masterpiece. As is, it's a sumptuous gothic romance blighted by some of the decade's worst ensemble acting, from Anthony Hopkins' hambone Van Helsing to Winona Ryder's listless Mina to whatever it is that Keanu Reeves thinks he's doing as Jonathan Harker. Gary Oldman's melancholy take on the Count would be the only real casualty in a silent version, yet his haunted eyes and withered visage are expressive enough to suggest a proud man condemned to eternal life, in search of an elusive lost love. Dracula isn't particularly scary, but that isn't detrimental; Coppola's sympathies lie more with Dracula than Harker, so he isn't much greater a menace than the honorable men intent on stopping him.