🍿 Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992)

Last night I watch Bram Stoker’s Dracula on the big screen, sharp as a coffin nail. Hadn’t seen it like that since ’92, back in Boston, when I hit the theater with the crew from Slaughter Shack. The frontman was tangled up with Sadie Frost—engaged, dating, whatever. I’ve seen the damn thing a half dozen times since, maybe more. Crowd was younger than I figured—bright-eyed, full of blood, and barely old enough to know what they were watching. A few phones flickered like rats in the walls, but they stayed quiet. Smart. Dracula don’t like distractions. And neither do I.