The 2020 BBC Dracula adaptation is one I loved — partly because it was so contradictory.
The established king of vampires is, and always will be, Dracula.
Since 1897, it’s been adapted time and again, becoming the fundamental core of vampire fiction and media.
The latest adaptation of Dracula, by the BBC, (I think you can get it on Netflix in the US, not sure about elsewhere) is one that I loved — partly because it was so contradictory.
It’s both the most and least faithful book-to-film adaptation of Dracula I’ve ever seen. Yup, at the same time.
It’s both clever and… not so clever.
It’s both heavy and light on the horror elements. (Although, if you’re someone who doesn’t like horror, I def. wouldn’t recommend it.)
And it has good Queer rep and bad Queer rep.
Dracula’s always been Queer btw — the subtext is the 1897 version of a neon sign.
It’s just that in 1897, it wasn’t possible to be openly Queer in a book.