hideously extended claws adorn its
snakelike fingers. No charming lover here, only a repulsive Otherness (Max Schreck) that spreads plague wherever its
unclean shadow falls. Schreck's prey, a good woman yoked happily to a great
sexless puppy of a husband, saves the day by keeping Nosferatu up past his bedtime -- until the sun dissolves
him in light. Is this grotesque weed what female libido looked like to sexual
puritans? (Everett Collection)
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Kathleen Murphy currently reviews films for Seattle's Queen Anne News and
writes essays on film for Steadycam magazine. A frequent speaker on film, Murphy
has contributed numerous essays to magazines (Film Comment, the Village Voice,
Film West, Newsweek-Japan), books ("Best American Movie Writing of 1998," "Women
and Cinema," "The Myth of the West") and Web sites (Amazon.com, Cinemania.com,
Reel.com). Once upon a time, in another life, she wrote speeches for Bill
Clinton, Jack Lemmon, Harrison Ford, Joe Pesci, Robert De Niro, Art Garfunkel
and Diana Ross.
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