To watch Nosferatu.
My son asked "Since when do you watch horrormovies?" And he was absolutely right. I don't do horrors, I can't even watch a simple Dr. House episode... But then why?
"Sweetheart, it is set in 1838. I was looking at the clothes, not the gore."
And I was. Of course I was interested in the story, back in university, I had a class on "fantasy" literature that took us thtough from The Monk through Dracula and Frankenstein to the Clockwork Orange and the Hungergames.
But the clothes, the clothes! Did I tell you that I am a nightmare to watch a historical movie or a period drama? In fact, as Norbert said not long ago: "I kind of got used that you keep commenting on clothes in historical movies, but now we can't even walk around you doing the same?" (I was criticising a street-sculpture of a 19th century playwright, who was depicted in a modern suit.)
Anyhow, back to the Nosferatu costumes, the movie is set in the 1830-ies, and we know that 1830-ies fashion is often ridiculous, and that is why it is rarely used in movies, but here they did not shy away from the ridiculousness, but fully embraced it. The extremely puffy sleeves, the folds, the ruffs, the piping the lace, the underwear (did you see that fan-backlacing? I have to make a corset with those one of these days). They had headwear! Lacecaps, and even bonnets!
You all know that I am not a fan of black dresses, but that mourning gown...
I am tempted, I am tempted.There was only three moment, I drew a sharp breath of dissaproval. First at the yellow dress at one of the early sceenes. I get that they wanted to portray the calm (sunny?), but that shoulder????
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