Oftentimes, when I am watching a Dracula movie, I think to myself, “Man, this Dracula movie has way too much spoken dialogue.” Or, “Man, this Dracula movie doesn’t have nearly enough dancing.” And, on the rarest of occasions, I think, “Man, this Dracula movie doesn’t have nearly enough Chinese Draculas.” Fortunately, Guy Maddin feels my pain. He directed a silent film version of the Royal Winnipeg Ballet’s adaptation of Stoker’s novel. It’s pretty damn good. Lots of iris and filters, like a good silent movie should have and lots of dancing. I don’t know if the dancing is any good. I’ve really seen a ballet before. That’s why I’m not writing a full Awesome Movie Review of Pages from a Virgin’s Diary or rating it on a scale of one to five tiny heads of Sergei Eisenstein. For all I know, the Royal Winnipeg Ballet could be the world’s shittiest ballet. I honestly wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between good ballet and bad ballet. But I’m certain that Pages from a Virgin’s Diary is a quality flick. You should check it out.
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