"Kim Newman - Coppola's Dracula" - читать интересную книгу автора (Newman Kim)

diseased vermin.'
'I could murder a bacon sarnie,' the effects man's mate sighed.
'I could murder a Romanian caterer,' said the new-born.
Kate decided to go thirsty. There were enough Yanks around to make
coming
by human blood in this traditionally superstitious backwater not a
problem. Ninety years after Dracula spread vampirism to the Western
world,
America was still sparsely populated by the blood-drinking undead. For
a
lot of Americans, being bled by a genuine olde worlde creature of the
night was something of a thrill.
That would wear off.

Outside the bunker, in a shrinking patch of natural sunlight between a
stand of real pines and the skeletons of fake trees, Francis shouted at
Harvey Keitel. The actor, cast as Jonathan Harker, was stoic,
inexpressive, grumpy. He refused to be drawn into argument, invariably
driving Francis to shrieking hysteria.
'I'm not Martin Fucking Scorsese, man,' he screamed. 'I'm not going to
 slather on some lousy voice-over to compensate for what you're not
giving
me. Without Harker, I don't have a picture.'
Keitel made fists but his body language was casual. Francis had been
riding his star hard all week. Scuttlebutt was that he had wanted
Pacino
or McQueen but neither wanted to spend three months behind the Iron
Curtain.
Kate could understand that. This featureless WWII bunker, turned over
to
the production as a command centre, stood in ancient mountains, dwarfed
by
the tall trees. As an outpost of civilisation in a savage land, it was
ugly and ineffective.
When approached to act as a technical advisor to Coppola's Dracula, she
had thought it might be interesting to see where it all started: the
Changes, the Terror, the Transformation. No one seriously believed
vampirism began here, but it was where Dracula came from. This land had
nurtured him through centuries before he decided to spread his wings
and
extend his bloodline around the world.
Three months had already been revised as six months. This production
didn't have a schedule, it had a sentence. A few were already demanding
parole.
Some vampires felt Transylvania should be the undead Israel, a new
state
carved out of the much-redrawn map of Central Europe, a geographical
and
political homeland. As soon as it grew from an inkling to a notion,
Nicolae Ceausescu vigorously vetoed the proposition. Holding up in one