With Dracula (2025), Universal Pictures breathes fresh, sinister life into Bram Stoker’s iconic tale, crafting a version that’s not just faithful — it’s frighteningly alive. Directed by Robert Eggers and starring Keanu Reeves and Jenna Ortega, the trailer signals a bold descent into gothic madness that feels both ancient and unnervingly relevant.

Keanu Reeves as Count Dracula is a casting revelation. Gone is the seductive, smooth-talking vampire of past adaptations — this Dracula is spectral, emaciated, and seething with centuries of sorrow and rage. With hollow eyes and a voice like smoke and ash, Reeves gives the Count a gravitas that is both magnetic and terrifying. He’s not a monster chasing love — he’s a ruin clinging to memory, feeding not just on blood, but on beauty, youth, and life itself.
Jenna Ortega shines as Mina Harker — not the passive victim of previous versions, but a woman unraveling before our eyes. The trailer shows her haunted by visions, drawn toward the darkness even as she resists it. Her fear is tangible, but so is her quiet strength. Eggers has always written powerful female leads, and here, Mina feels like the tortured center of a storm that could consume the world.

The setting is breathtaking and dreadful in equal measure. Eggers paints with shadow and silence, making Transylvania a place out of time — where forests whisper in forgotten tongues, and castles breathe. From the flickering candlelight on wet stone to the creaking of coffin lids, every frame feels soaked in dread. London, too, is no safe haven — shown as a decaying sprawl where progress has done nothing to banish the dark.
The trailer avoids flashy spectacle. Instead, it builds with quiet, suffocating tension. We see blood slowly dripping onto lace gloves. Wolves pacing in fog-choked woods. Dracula looming behind mirrors that reflect nothing. Eggers understands that horror is strongest when it lingers, when it suggests, when it lets silence speak louder than screams.

There’s a sense of deep psychological unraveling throughout. Dracula is not just a predator — he’s a corrupting force. We glimpse Jonathan Harker (played by Nicholas Hoult) descending into madness in a Transylvanian tower, scribbling pages with shaking hands. We see Van Helsing (Willem Dafoe, briefly) muttering prayers in ancient Latin as shadows twist behind him. The horror here is existential — a decay of identity, faith, and reality.
The trailer also hints at a layered mythology. There are brief flashes of ancient rituals, cryptic symbols carved into stone, and Dracula standing beneath a crimson eclipse. Eggers is clearly diving deeper into the folklore that birthed the vampire legend, turning Count Dracula into more than a monster — into a living myth, a force of nature.

The cinematography is signature Eggers: stark, beautiful, and brutal. The use of natural light and practical effects lends the film a tactile realism. Blood isn’t flashy — it seeps. Violence is quick, quiet, and final. And the costumes — all lace, wool, and velvet — place the film firmly in its 19th-century roots while keeping its characters grounded in human vulnerability.
In a world saturated with glossy, fanged anti-heroes, Dracula (2025) dares to go back to the source — not to repeat, but to revive. This Count is not romanticized. He’s terrifying. Tragic. Eternal. And through Mina’s eyes, we see not just the horror of the undead, but the cost of inviting the dead into the land of the living.
The final trailer shot — Dracula hovering just above Mina’s bed, eyes glowing, lips trembling with hunger and despair — cuts to black as a single, whispering line echoes: “You invited me in.” It’s haunting. It’s intimate. It’s perfect.
If this trailer is any indication, Dracula (2025) won’t just reawaken a legend — it will bury its fangs into our deepest fears.