Coppola’s "Dracula" understands the historical currents in Stoker’s work as a collision of the primitive with modernity. Love is reconfigured into insatiable longing. Dracula’s head resembles a butt in its excess, it's so flamboyant. As with Bataille, the horror of life emerges alongside its erotics; bodily form exists only for ecstatic release or for a pathetic violation. Coppola grasps the inherent humor and horror in lust. Even Winona Ryder cannot resist, Keanu gets the life sucked out of him! It stands alone in Coppola’s filmography for its complete embrace of carnality. Its closest analogue is the Marquis De Sade’s "Justine": a tour through depravity to glimpse the heights of transcendence.