El Conde, review: Pinochet is Dracula in this bloody good satire

In the high-ceilinged corridors of Chile’s presidential palace, no bust of Augusto Pinochet can be found peering from a dais. But in this grisly, brooding satire from Pablo Larraín, the General himself can still be found perched on the roof like a gargoyle, surveying the nation that once bent its knee to him with black-hearted contempt.