just watched werner herzog's nosferatu, really love it. dracula has such an eerie presence throughout the film, he's as oppressive an entity as the foggy woods and the terrifying stillness that paralyzes the town while plague slowly consumes the people; and yet at the same time, dracula also comes across as this incredibly pathetic being desperate to die while doing everything to prolong his own misery by extending it to anyone and everyone.
there's definitely something to how no one listens to lucy, too. she basically does what she has to do to kill the vampire at the expense of her own life, and no one really grasps the favour she did this town until it was too late. women just do not get understood or listened to throughout the movie and you really feel it by the end. there's interesting contrast in lucy's sense of faith and conviction and that of the men around her. the tragedy of the film seems less in the futility of the men around her than in their unfaltering faith in traditions that failed to protect them, which had long decayed into dracula's terrible visage.
