Few stories have haunted cinema as persistently as Bram Stoker’s Dracula, but Robert Eggers’ 2025 reimagining feels less like another retelling and more like an unholy resurrection. Known for The Witch and The Northman, Eggers brings his uncompromising vision to Universal’s gothic crown jewel, and the result is both hypnotic and harrowing.

Keanu Reeves steps into the role of Count Dracula with a presence that is as unexpected as it is mesmerizing. Gone is the romanticized, almost tragic figure of recent adaptations; Reeves’ Count is something darker — a predator cloaked in civility, his menace sharpened by moments of seductive allure. His performance balances cold detachment with unsettling humanity, making this Dracula simultaneously alien and familiar, terrifying precisely because he feels real.
Jenna Ortega’s Mina is a revelation. Unlike passive interpretations of the past, her Mina is conflicted, torn between the dread that coils around Dracula’s shadow and the strange, irresistible fascination he awakens within her. Ortega captures both fragility and defiance, transforming Mina into the emotional core of the story — a heroine caught in the gravitational pull of darkness yet unwilling to surrender her soul without a fight.

From its very first frames, the trailer establishes Eggers’ signature mood: oppressive, haunting, and inescapably atmospheric. Candlelight flickers across stone corridors, fog curls through gaslit streets, and the decaying walls of Dracula’s castle seem to breathe with dread. Every shot feels meticulously composed, not just to unsettle but to immerse, pulling the viewer into a world where every shadow might conceal something monstrous.
The horror here is not reliant on jump scares but on psychological weight. Eggers’ Dracula thrives on tension — on the audience’s unease, on the space between desire and revulsion, on the silence before the scream. Blood rituals, whispered prayers, and distorted reflections suggest not only the presence of evil but the corruption of faith, love, and sanity itself.
What sets this adaptation apart is its commitment to psychological depth. Dracula is not just a monster but a mirror — reflecting human obsession, lust for power, and the inevitability of decay. Eggers frames him as both predator and parasite, but also as a figure of existential dread: the embodiment of death’s persistence, waiting patiently in the corners of every human fear.

Visually, the film looks poised to be one of the most striking gothic horrors in years. Eggers blends the textured authenticity of period detail with surreal flourishes that distort time and space. The contrast between the crumbling Transylvanian castle and the bustling yet suffocating streets of Victorian London promises a story that is as much about civilization’s fragility as it is about the horrors lurking in the dark.
Keanu Reeves’ restrained performance, Ortega’s raw intensity, and Eggers’ unflinching direction form a perfect trinity of dread. If the trailer is any indication, Dracula (2025) will not merely revisit Stoker’s story but strip it down to its bones, re-forging it as something both timeless and disturbingly new.
At its heart, this Dracula is about the thin veil separating predator and prey — about how obsession corrodes love, how desire breeds destruction, and how the line between man and monster is never as clear as we hope. Eggers dares to suggest that Dracula is not just out there, but within us, lurking in the shadows we pretend not to see.

With its release, Universal may have finally restored its gothic lineage, not by nostalgia but by bold, unnerving reinvention. Dracula (2025) looks to be the kind of horror film that lingers long after the credits — not just in memory, but in nightmares.