Herzog’s Nosferatu. Again.
There’s a throw away line in the commentary. Something to the effect: I don’t have love scenes in my films, but this is the definitive one.
He’s describing the scene where Lucy sacrifices herself to kill Dracula.
A man, desperately lonely, wanting only to end centuries of solitude, consuming the object of his affection, destroying what he loves in the act of loving her. A woman, sacrificing herself, passively dying to kill the man, but with such a strange tender affection.
This is the definitive love scene?
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