Unfortunately, I’m afraid this misbegotten project
was doomed from the get-go. The horror comedy is too silly to be scary, and simply not funny. It has loads of spirit to burn, but no wit to light the fuse.
But other than that, Mrs. Lincoln …
Routh stars as Dylan Dog, New Orleans private investigator specializing the supernatural. The plot here pulls in vampires, werewolves, zombies and ghouls, yet harbors a wholly disengaging approach to the material. The tone is just not right, forever perching perilously in the hands of “TMNT” director Kevin Munroe. At least he opts for practical effects when he can: men in suits vs. pure pixels.
Sam Huntington, who was the Jimmy Olsen to Routh’s Man of Steel, reunites with him as his sidekick who expires early in the picture, only to reanimate as a member of the undead. (He also wakes up minus an arm, so they sew the limb from a black man onto him — an action I first saw in Chris Sharpe’s little-seen “Sex Machine” indie.) I don’t know if the script told Huntington to yell every other line, but it wouldn’t surprise me. After all, the movie has a poor sense of humor; when a thug attempts to intimidate Dylan with a testicular threat, he responds, “And here I thought I wasn’t going to get lucky tonight.”
Ouch. And they don’t get any better. That 20th Century Fox Home Entertainment neglected to put a single extra on the Blu-ray — not even a trailer — suggests even the disc producers knew it wasn’t worth the effort. It’s a strong contender for “Dog” of the year. —Rod Lott