In movieland, Bram Stoker’s vampire king has been Bela Lugosi-ed, Christopher Lee-ed and Frank Langella-ed.
Dracula’s had a daughter and a dog, and gone up against Frankenstein and Abbott and Costello.
The latest redo is Dracula 2000, a grungy metal version of the yarn, so hip and happening, it grooves.
The sardonically winking terror trip also provides a learning lesson in Dracula’s origins, underscoring the Prince Of Darkness’ big hate for all things religious.
The deal here is that Dracula, defined by the dashing dude of the month, Gerard Butler, is released from his London coffin by some foolish thieves.
Unleashed on the world again, Dracula ends up in New Orleans during Mardi Gras, where he can presumably fit in — y’know, drink at night and sleep during the day.
Count D, tracking down a blood relative, has more on his fiendish mind than that, however. Yikes.
Freaky, right? Well not quite. More like sort of scary and almost spoofy in the tradition of Wes Craven’s Scream trilogy, which makes sense. Director Patrick Lussier was Craven’s film editor for the two-too-many trilogy.
Besides the tone, substance is adhered to in a Scream kind of way. Slashing and gashing is interrupted by giggles and jiggles.
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SUN RATING: 4out of 5
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