I don’t really have an answer to this question, so I’ll give you an anecdote instead:
For my senior year of highschool, I went to a specialist arts school and took a ‘gothic literature’ class instead of proper English. My teacher, who was bipolar and really liked cats, used to light skull shaped candles and kept a little altar at the front of the class. She literally just read both of those books out loud to us and then that was it. It was first thing in the morning and she used to wake all of us up whenever there was something’s sexual going on in Dracula. She would say, ‘Everyone, everyone! There’s sex!’
We had to do an art project at the end of the semester and someone did an interpretive dance for Dracula.