This is one of those experiences where the video shop gave me about four hours to have this film out and I tried to cram it in despite my better judgement. I was over tired and alone in a really warm house on a really cozy couch. And I was watching the German version (I'd like to go back and try the English one on for size).
Anyway, I fell asleep. Nothing against Herzog, whom I admire greatly, it just wasn't in the cards for that night. But I have to say, as I drifted away from dreamland into the scene where the town is feasting with a hoard of rats at their feet, it felt like I was entering a waking nightmare. That scene was unlike anything I've ever seen or imagined. Since then
Nosferatu the Vampyre has remained on my list of films to return to.