Concrete Playground

A vampire should be staked through the heart, decapitated, cooked on a skewer and then served up with garlic bulbs. At least that's the way it was done in the old country. But since infiltrating Hollywood, those bloodsuckers have us salivating for their brooding, glitter-covered cheekbones and six-packs.

F.W. Murnau, German expressionist filmmaker and gleeful copyright flaunter, knew the truth. And now, 88 years after its original release, a remastered version of his classic, Nosferatu, is coming to the Opera House. Coming with it is Count Orlok, a filthy, skeletal, bug-eyed freak that would have pretty boys like Edward, Lestat and Angel clawing their dreamy eyes out.

Adding sound to this silent masterpiece are chaotic septet Darth Vegas and the aptly monikered Miss Death, of Mu Meson fame. Those afraid of vampiric retribution on the night need not worry: Jay Katz will be introducing the screening and it's usually the guy with the mike that gets taken out first.