Yet another film where the overly competent dude’s descent into bestial atrocity is made to seem inevitable, thanks to the unrealistic expectations of a patriarchal world view. And those who suffer? His dependents, of course. This paradigm is so gutlessly tiring.
If only he’d simply stopped making stupid promises about things over which he had no control. And then feeling like he had to uphold them.
That said, there was a lot to like about this. The texture of the background scenes. The priests, barely a line among them, yet I could imagine their stories of this story passing into myth and legend. The grey filter (or whatever it is that gives that gritty faded texture; I know nothing of cameras). Dracula’s pre-history (yes, there is a pre-history to this pre-history movie!) as the Impaler; his twisted logic. The BAMF hilarity of single handedly killing an entire army.
I kept oscillating between being interested and being bored. The end scene, in modern day, was the most interesting part of the whole movie. I thought, ah, NOW the story starts — and of course it cuts to credits.