First thing to admit here is that I’m not done with the new Dracula on Netflix. I’m two thirds done, which means I’ve watched two of the three episodes, for those of you not in the know. It took less than that to reach this point. Really, it was early in the first episode that I became disillusioned.
See, I had this crazy idea that we were going to get a version of Dracula that was true to the novel. An adaption of said novel, not whatever this is. I based this on the fact that the BBC was involved and I’ve watched some good stuff made by BBC of late. I’m thinking, here, of the Musketeers, Downton Abbey, and Poldark. All of which I enjoyed quite a bit.
I’m not hating this new version of Dracula, but it is most definitely, not, a cinematic version of the novel. It’s got a little Gary Oldman in there, a little Christopher Lee, and a whole lot of its own thing. I’m going to go finish it now, but I wanted to let you know that it’s not Bram Stoker’s Dracula. This is some sort of BBC meets Netflix meets something-with-ideas-of-its-own thing.