The name Disney has always carried the stigma of wholesomeness, which all too often translates into fatuous and insipid "family entertainment," but the Pleasure Island segment of Pinocchio ranks among the supreme moments of horror in all of cinema - the loss of the self is so much more greusome than death. Worth having for that brilliant and ghastly scene alone.

Keanu Reeve's excrable performance amid an otherwise excellent cast threatens to take the whole film down with it. Only Copolla's rock-steady vision, combined with Oldman's astonishing performance as the man/beast Dracula preserve the glory of this enduring myth. Part tribute, part remake, Copolla eschews modern special effects and deliberately uses only effects possible in Todd Browning's day. A clever prologue and epilogue leave the original novel fairly intact while adding immensely to the story's meaning and depth. Embued with this extra dimension, Drac rises from the level of mere spooky monster to that of classic tragic figure. Coppola also manages to flesh out Stoker's wooden victorians with some entertaining human touches. Why not five whole stars? Reeve's performance will make you squirm; you actually feel embarrassed for him.