Perhaps every filmmaker feels like they have to make their version of “Dracula” at some point — and it certainly helps that Bram Stoker’s 1897 novel has been in the public domain for decades, allowing just about anyone to take a stab at it. French filmmaker Luc Besson now offers his take on the notorious bloodsucker, starring his current muse, the actor Caleb Landry Jones (who starred in his 2023 film “DogMan”).
The result is what you might expect from the “cinema du look” pioneer, who is best known for “Léon: The Professional,” and his sci-fi space operas “The Fifth Element” and “Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets.” Besson’s “Dracula” is over the top, highly stylized and speckled with outrageous creatures, visual effects and a plot that somehow connects Count Dracula to the centennial anniversary of the French Revolution. There is also, of course, sexual frenzy, but that element has always been baked into the Dracula tale.
Besson does take his personal liberties with Stoker’s novel, though the bones remain. Also titled “Dracula: A Love Story,” Besson positions Vlad II, Prince of Wallachia, Count Dracula (Jones) as a lovesick warrior, pursuing his dearly departed wife Elisabeta (Zoë Bleu) across the centuries, from 1480 to the late 19th century in Paris. He finds her doppelgänger in young socialite Mina Murray (also Bleu), who is a close friend of his vampiric consort Maria (Matilda De Angelis). Mina also happens to be engaged to Jonathan Harker (Ewens Abid) a solicitor who pays a visit to the Count at his Romanian palace for a real estate deal. Meanwhile, a priest (Christoph Waltz) is hot on Dracula’s heels, hoping to destroy him and break the curse of vampirism he’s placed on every person he’s turned into a vampire.
Of course, we know this story — from the book, from Francis Ford Coppola’s “Bram Stoker’s Dracula,” and most recently, from Robert Eggers’ Christmas 2024 sensation “Nosferatu” (and many, many more adaptations). Besson innovates with a subplot about Dracula’s foray into the world of perfume, as he develops an intoxicating fragrance in Florence using French lavender, testing the potion on the pre-Revolution socialites in towering white-powdered wigs.
Besson’s version is pitched somewhere between Coppola’s opulently designed version and Eggers’ more restrained sexual spookfest. But Besson adds his own bizarre flair, including an army of CGI gargoyles that do Dracula’s bidding. Anytime the film veers into computer-generated territory, it takes on a sheen of cheesy artifice. When the film is set within the confines of beautifully designed interiors, it’s far more compelling.
Besson always manages to get his actors on the same page he is, and both Jones and Bleu match the campy operatic tone in their melodramatic performances. De Angelis and Waltz are also a hoot together, she as a heaving, hissing vampire bride who can’t stop licking her chops, he as a bone-dry vampire hunter dedicated to his investigation.
But the script for Besson’s “Dracula” keeps getting distracted with multiple flashbacks — the film opens with a 15-minute prologue in which Vlad straps on his fanged helmet and rides into battle. When Elisabeta is killed, he renounces God and sets off on his quest for his love. As he tells his story to Harker, we get flashbacks to the Middle Ages and the Renaissance, while Waltz’s priest, the most entertaining part of the film, disappears completely.
The film culminates in a showdown that sees the vampire making his last stand, sword in hand, and ultimately, Besson twists the novel’s last sacrifice to be more in line with his vision of the love-mad hero vampire.
A film should be evaluated for what’s on screen rather than what’s off, but with this film, one does have to sit with the accusations of sexual assault and misconduct levied against Besson (as well as his marriage to a pregnant teenager in his 30s) and how he positions Vlad/Dracula in his adaptation. The character is a decrepit monster, hundreds of years old, feeding off the blood of young women, and Besson presents him as a romantic hero and martyr for love.
Maybe every filmmaker should make their own Dracula — it’s a text that certainly can be quite illuminating.
Katie Walsh is a critic for Tribune News Service.
“Dracula” — 2 stars (out of 4)
MPA rating: R (for violence, some gore and sexuality)
Running time: 2:09
How to watch: In theaters Feb. 6
