If they'd dispensed with the tired false promise of that title and marketed it as a live-action Castlevania, maybe more people would have enjoyed this origin story that melds together the mytholology of the world's most famous nocturnal neckbiter, Bram Stoker's Count Dracula, with the history of the 15th Century exacerbater of the Ottoman Empire, Vlad the Impaler even if the movie does rely a little too often on its swirling cgi bats and even if, like the film's antihero, the film refuses to die despite several ideal moments when it should impale itself on a stake and end but instead rises diabolically again and again and again (each time with a swirl of bats) because the gap between history and mythology that the film is bridging is actually a chasm with nothing in it, one that requires at some point just a stupid leap.
★★★★☆
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