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My god, this was horrendous. I mean, really, truly, hilariously, horrendous.
So much wrong with it, not least the complete lack of connection to any of the characters, a plot that was entirely arbitrary and in which our characters careened around Europe for no apparent reason, dialogue that stank (and that's just Jackman and Beckinsale), some lousy CGI, and two characters I could not connect with or even understand what chemistry there was between them.
Van's cursory snog to Anna seemed to be gratuitous, as if she was the nearest thing to him he could snog. And, even though the film takes place over about a month (first full moon when Anna's brother fuzzes up, second towards the end when Van does), but in that time, Anna Valerious wears the same outfit. And she's goiung to be sweating a lot given all the jumping she's doing.
Also, campest vampire ever award goes to Richard Roxburgh. Atrocious. I quite liked the Monster, gimpy-pneumatic-leg and all, but that's not necessarily saying a lot. I was kind of attached to the cute midgets, but they were basically just Jawas in gasmasks, so it's not saying a lot. Also, whilst Jackman's accent is bad, and Beckinsale's stinks, Alun Fucking Armstrong's just takes the biscuit.
The brides. So much screeching. And talking of screeching, the soundtrack was awful - the Van Helsing theme seems to encompas some big brass hits and then this bizarre, dulcimer-like cacophany that drove me up the wall every time I heard it.
What worries me is that in the sea of lousy CGI (and I'm sorry Warewulf, but they were shitty werewolves) and dodgy accents, a lot of money appears to have been spent on this film, and that disturbs me. It looked cheap, and it felt very cheap given the quality of the script.
I got my money's worth, simply a) because someone else bought my ticket and b) there was just a cavalvade of terrible things in it. It made Underworld look like deathlass art, and that's saying something. Might remember some more shit later, but I'm trying to forget it.
Beckinsale's face in the clouds. Adventure truly lives, it seems, forever. |
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