I'm a renounce Klaus Kinski fan, and as I watched this movie with a whiskey in hand this morning I thought to myself: "Ya know, a person could do a lot worse that watch every Klaus Kinski movie." Maybe. Life goals, eh?
Vampire in Venice had a very troubled background, and would certainly get many people cancelled today. The Kin-ster famously had mental health problems which manifested later in his life, and he was accused of sexually harassing and basically raping a couple women on this set. In addition to that, he took over the production, refused to do reshoots, took over the lighting setup, and rewrote the film dialogue. It's worth reading about if you're a fan of that kinda stuff.
Kinski stars as Nosferatu in the sequel to his 1979 film with Werner Herzog. A group of people are in Nosferatu's realm and uncover the fact their family has been haunted by him for a few generations. Nosferatu is now seeking death, but he's not going to give up easily. It is said many times that the only thing which can kill him at this point is being loved by a virgin woman.
The movie works well in certain ways, and meanders along in others. It doesn't have a strong drive in any way, sorta wafting about between scenes with no sense of progress being made. In that way it achieves a certain atmosphere of aloof despondence, and honestly that sorta works for this flick. Balanced by some occassional kills usually by way of brutal looking garden fences, overall I'd say it works, it's just off and or unusual in it's tone.
In short, it's nothing hugely new novel or even all that nifty, it's just another vampire movie, helped by Kinski in his weird enigmatic charisma, and like I said, you could do worse than watch all his movies.
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