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I must admit, I'm a sucker for vampire stuff. Whether it's Dracula, Blacula, Lestat, or even Eddie Murphy's Vampire in Brooklyn, "Count" me in. So, I was happy as a bat in a blood bank to press the flesh with the cast and crew of Nosferatu The Vampire, a macabre multi-media show set to make its New York premiere on May 25, 2000 at HERE, 145 Sixth Avenue in Soho. The morbid meet-and-greet was held at La Nouvelle Justine, the NYC S&M Café, and featured DJ Orion spinning dark trance tracks and bartender/fire-breather Flambeaux, who when not whipping up drinks was getting himself whipped by one of Justine's sadistic and statuesque dominatrix. If this ghoulish gala was just the appetizer, I can't wait to sink my fangs into Nosferatu the entree.
This latest adaptation of Bram Stoker's Dracula stars Nikolai Kinski, whose famous late father Klaus starred in the 1979 film Nosferatu, which was itself a remake of F.W. Murnau's legendary silent film Nosferatu. Though only twenty-one years old, it'll be interesting to see how convincing young Kinski is as the ancient Dracula, a character as thirsty for death as he is for the blood that keeps him alive. Despite an anatomy text's worth of potentially tangling bloodlines, Nikolai seemed confidently at ease at the preview soirée; as did the other members of Nosferatu's ensemble cast and production team. Whether such self-assurance is due to father Kinski's spirit, months of rehearsal, or just the open bar is anyone's guess right now. The curious can come May 25th through June 11th to see if Nosferatu's legend lives on along with The Phantom of the Opera, Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde or the truly horrifying Grease. My guess is Nikolai's going t o make his papa proud.
The play also features a mix of classical and techno music by French composer Amaury Groc and trance master Toidoi, which will hopefully combine with the play's subtle staging to give the show a timeless quality. I was warned by REP founder Australian born Bunzy Bunworth (wow, how's that for a name?) not to expect a Wes Craven-esque Scream fest. "There's no blood at all," Bunzy boasted. This Nosferatu is more a tale of salvation than savagery, which doesn't sound like much of a vampire play to me, but I could be wrong and in the case of this charming cast of nasties, I certainly hope so. If nothing else, they throw a great party. Now, where's the waitress with my damn bourbon and bullwhip?
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