I hated Coppola's Dracula. Everything up to the point where Dracula opens the door to his castle is fine, barring Keanu Reeves. After that, it goes straight to hell. The sappy romance(as I've said, romance lies within the human characters, not with Dracula.), Dracula's huge hair and really silly costume, Van Helsing being a crackpot loony, the wolf-rape thing...ugh. The list never ends. My problem lies with the fact that the guy who wrote it, James V. Hart, just assumed that because Dracula was hundreds of years old, he must be lonely and that's why there's romance. No. Dracula isn't lonely. He's an evil vicious bastard. He does what he does not because he's cursed to do so, or has a broken heart, but simply because he can and he enjoys doing it. I think the film really missed the point of the novel by switching it around like that.