Murnau didn’t film Nosferatu—he summoned it. A silent howl from the grave, soaked in fog and German dread. Count Orlok (Max Schreck, corpse incarnate) isn’t just a vampire—he’s the Black Death in human shape, creeping through doors that shouldn’t open. Shot like a cursed painting—elegant, diseased, unforgettable. This is cinema’s first true monster, a bootleg Dracula turned death myth. They tried to burn it. It lived.