Dylan Dog: Dead Of Night
Adapted from the best-selling international comic book series (created by Tiziano Sclavi), Dylan Dog: Dead of Night follows private eye of the paranormal (Brandon Routh) who takes on a case that turns out to be a lot bigger and more dangerous than it at first appears.
Hired by the beautiful heiress Elizabeth (Anita Briem) to find a missing artifact taken from her slain father’s home, Dylan and his sidekick Marcus (Sam Huntington) uncover netherworld connections to the murder. In Dylan Dog’s realm — the action has been relocated from the comics’ Europe to New Orleans — vampires, werewolves and zombies hide in plain sight among us.
The case makes Dylan cross paths with past foes and acquaintances — including Taye Diggs as a vampire gangster and Peter Stormare and Kurt Angle as father-son werewolves — and leads to a new (after)life for his pal Marcus.
While it has its charms — due mostly to the chemistry between Routh and Huntington — Dylan Dog: Dead of Night ultimately plays like a lesser episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. In fact, if Dylan Dog were a TV pilot then I might tune in the following week for the next episode. But as a feature film, it’s too small and forgettable a piece of genre fare.
The film’s obvious budgetary constraints add to the overall small-scale feel of the movie. The makeup and special effects are inconsistent in their quality, ranging from the acceptable to the level of a student film. The finale, featuring a demonic creature, is painfully cheap and cheesy-looking, but the practical creature suit worn by performer Brian Steele as a giant zombie is pretty sweet.
I was very excited to see Routh back on the screen again after his disappointing attempt as Superman. That being said, unless this becomes a cult classic, this movie will fade away in to DVD rental hell. I am afraid that this movie fell into the column of great comic book following and crappy movie. Routh should stick to being Justin Long’s partner at high school reunions.
Adapted from the best-selling international comic book series (created by Tiziano Sclavi), Dylan Dog: Dead of Night follows private eye of the paranormal (Brandon Routh) who takes on a case that turns out to be a lot bigger and more dangerous than it at first appears.
Hired by the beautiful heiress Elizabeth (Anita Briem) to find a missing artifact taken from her slain father’s home, Dylan and his sidekick Marcus (Sam Huntington) uncover netherworld connections to the murder. In Dylan Dog’s realm — the action has been relocated from the comics’ Europe to New Orleans — vampires, werewolves and zombies hide in plain sight among us.
The case makes Dylan cross paths with past foes and acquaintances — including Taye Diggs as a vampire gangster and Peter Stormare and Kurt Angle as father-son werewolves — and leads to a new (after)life for his pal Marcus.
While it has its charms — due mostly to the chemistry between Routh and Huntington — Dylan Dog: Dead of Night ultimately plays like a lesser episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. In fact, if Dylan Dog were a TV pilot then I might tune in the following week for the next episode. But as a feature film, it’s too small and forgettable a piece of genre fare.
The film’s obvious budgetary constraints add to the overall small-scale feel of the movie. The makeup and special effects are inconsistent in their quality, ranging from the acceptable to the level of a student film. The finale, featuring a demonic creature, is painfully cheap and cheesy-looking, but the practical creature suit worn by performer Brian Steele as a giant zombie is pretty sweet.
I was very excited to see Routh back on the screen again after his disappointing attempt as Superman. That being said, unless this becomes a cult classic, this movie will fade away in to DVD rental hell. I am afraid that this movie fell into the column of great comic book following and crappy movie. Routh should stick to being Justin Long’s partner at high school reunions.