Dracula

A count leaves his crumbling castle in Transylvania for England, all manners and slow smiles, and it isn't long before a young man's fiancée is the one paying for his charm. That's the whole shape of it, a stranger who arrives too politely and stays far too long.

It isn't a film that jumps out at you. The fear here is quieter than that: stillness, a raised eyebrow, a candle that won't quite light the room properly. If you like your dread slow and theatrical rather than loud, this delivers it well, though I'll admit the pace wants you patient rather than checking your phone.

Put it on for a night when you fancy something composed rather than gory, lights down low enough that the shadows are doing most of the work. Not one for background noise. It rewards actually watching.

Bela Lugosi plays the count with an unhurried sort of charm, all manners and no rush, which is exactly what makes him worth being wary of.