F.W. Murnau’s Nosferatu, one of the greatest films — horror or otherwise — ever made, celebrates its centennial today. So much has been written about it already — some true, some false, and a lot that falls somewhere in that magical place in between — that for me to attempt to claim to have any new light to shed on this monumental film would be presumptuous, especially while I’m still technically on hiatus. But I had to post something today to mark the occasion, so what I will do is simply suggest that you watch the movie. Nothing needs to be said, either about the movie or within it (it’s silent after all, which is part of the eerie spell it casts). It just needs to be experienced. That is all.