Walking into a screening of Boll's latest cinematic turd, I tried to keep an open mind. Not an easy task, mind you; after the steaming piles that were "Alone in the Dark" and "House of the Dead", not to mention the trailer for the movie I was about to be subjected to, I had come to associate Uwe Boll's name with everything I hate about Hollywood and the trash they churn out on a weekly basis. Even then, I was unprepared.
Deviating tremendously from the source "material" (which wasn't inspiring in and of itself), Bloodrayne follows cosplay-wannabe Rayne as she hunts down Ben Kingsley's "Kagan", lord of the vampires. Whereas I've been a fan of Kingsley since "Sneakers", but his performance in this film is about as intriguing as watching paint dry. Michael Madsen looks like he's about to yawn in almost every scene (probably bored to tears). Kristanna Loken, besides being grossly miscast, couldn't act her way out of a paper bag...someone save this girl, please! Only Michelle Rodriguez could be considered even tolerable, but her performance is nowhere even close to on par as it was in "Resident Evil".
Awkward dialogue, terrible camera work, poorly choreographed fight scenes (were they even choreographed at all?), sex for the sake of sex, and a plot so simple it seemed possible to screw up (and yet he did), Boll once again proves his directorial ineptitude. This guy couldn't direct traffic if he wanted to, as proved (once again) by this train wreck of a film.
Deviating tremendously from the source "material" (which wasn't inspiring in and of itself), Bloodrayne follows cosplay-wannabe Rayne as she hunts down Ben Kingsley's "Kagan", lord of the vampires. Whereas I've been a fan of Kingsley since "Sneakers", but his performance in this film is about as intriguing as watching paint dry. Michael Madsen looks like he's about to yawn in almost every scene (probably bored to tears). Kristanna Loken, besides being grossly miscast, couldn't act her way out of a paper bag...someone save this girl, please! Only Michelle Rodriguez could be considered even tolerable, but her performance is nowhere even close to on par as it was in "Resident Evil".
Awkward dialogue, terrible camera work, poorly choreographed fight scenes (were they even choreographed at all?), sex for the sake of sex, and a plot so simple it seemed possible to screw up (and yet he did), Boll once again proves his directorial ineptitude. This guy couldn't direct traffic if he wanted to, as proved (once again) by this train wreck of a film.