While watching Nosferatu, I was less concerned with Orlok, Ellen and Hutter than I was with the movie making process. This was my first time watching a silent film, so I was amazed at how impatient I was. Noticing I was glancing at my phone too often, I paused, envisioned myself as a 1920s movie goer and continued.

After finishing the movie and returning to a 21st century state-of-mind, I was interested. Again, not by the story or characters, but by the difficulty in making a film, especially at that time. Getting to each location with a full cast, camera crew, and extras must have been a logistical nightmare.

Despite being concerned with other things, I did have some emotions evoked from watching this film. First, I was bored and anxious, but after changing my viewing attitude, I was sad and interested. What is the disgusting thing going to do next?