soil of the damned
by 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
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 the film—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 truly terrified.
That is not to say that Murnau’s startling images were not effective,
but their intent lies more in the psychological world than in the supernatural
or metaphysical realm. As several critics have pointed out, this film’s
monster, Count Orlok (Max Schreck) is such a misshapen figure—with his bulbous
nose and outsized ears, the sad indentations of his eyes, the one or two
remaining fangs he has left, and those dangling tentacles of fingers bound to
his body-hugging thin arms cramped, clearly by too many millenniums spent lying
in the coffin—that we feel more sympathy and sorrow for him than detestation or
fear. His mad disciple, Knock (Alexander Granach) is far more horrific.
This
monster also seems far more symbolic, in some senses, than real—a necessity for
true horror. And Orlok’s demands and actions bring with them more questions
than simple evil intent.
Certainly, it would have been far easier, given, as we are later told,
the vampire’s requirements of traveling consist not only with his own coffin
but several others containing the damned soil of his homeland in which he
nightly is buried, to have stayed a few more nights with Hutter dining in his
blood.
Throughout the early scenes of Nosferatu Hutter and others
describe Transylvania 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, who,
perhaps unnecessarily, gives up her life to destroy the monster.
Nosferatu, accordingly, is less about supernatural evil than it is about
social and intellectual contagion, symbolized by the plague Orlok brings with
him, becoming an emblem most notably by the thousands of rats brings with him,
the harbinger of plagues. The small town of Wisborg and Germany in general are
infected with the outsider’s ways more than by Orlok’s acts. The town’s
citizens become like the superstitious “thieves and ghosts” of Transylvania victims
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 himself suffering the 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.
And
in that fact, the suggestion that it is the “contagion” that Orlok, the
outsider, brings with him that represents the true terror faced by the
traditional culture, we recognize that Murnau’s vampire is very much a figure
which emblematicizes homosexuality, signifying danger to the heteronormative
society. We might almost argue that with this film and James Whale’s horror
films of almost a decade later we begin to see the use of the horror genre as a
convenient cover or coding tool to discuss all things queer and outside of
hetero-normalcy and the cultural and political values that go along with that.
Since to the conservative heterosexual society homosexuality was already a
monstrosity, it was an easy transition to cloak gay and lesbian outsiderness
within the developing horror genre. And perhaps no film makes this more
obviously than Murnau’s symphony of horror.
Los Angeles, October 30, 2012. revised November
27, 2021
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (October 2012).
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