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For a movie about a private investigator of the dead, someone should look into the mystery of why this movie is so rotten. The mix of detective yarn and monster movie has been done before (most notably in the underrated [AMGID=V 8560]Cast a Deadly Spell[/AMGID]), but instead of crackerjack dialogue amidst a fantastic noir tale, the picture is hobbled by a dreadful script that seems to enjoy annoying its audience. The film’s vision — whose aspirations run far too close to TV production values — is an accomplice to this crime, thanks to bland monster FX that cheapen the picture time and again. Oh, and there’s a wisecracking sidekick — the kind that invites acid reflux-like groans anytime he opens his mouth. Dylan Dog: Dead of Night isn’t even deserving of a theatrical release — which must be why it sat on the shelf for so long.

Former Man of Steel Brandon Routh stars as Dylan Dog, a P.I. with a dark past that comes to haunt him when he accepts the case of a young woman (Anita Briem) whose father was killed by a werewolf. It seems that her dear old dad was a collector of antiques — rare antiques — one of which held the key to a demon that would do the bidding of whoever beckoned it, a dangerous tool in the eternal fight between the legions of the dead and the living. As the case heats up, Dylan’s partner in crime, Marcus (Sam Huntington), is killed and comes back to life as a zombie — a curse that comes in handy for picking up clues at self-help groups for the undead (unfortunately this actually happens). When the clues point to a vampire clan that runs a dance club in town, Dylan, Elizabeth, and Marcus dive headfirst into what could be the beginning of the end of humankind and the undead alike.

Many things could have improved Dylan Dog — for one, not having the character of Marcus around. Just as Shia LaBeouf sullied up the somewhat similar Constantine big-screen adaptation, Sam Huntington becomes the thorn in Dylan Dog’s side. Rubber-looking monsters aside, the film would have been ten times more palatable if it weren’t for the weenie pal always butting in with his lame and oh-so-tired wit. Routh doesn’t help matters much, as he shambles around the screen with little iconic posturing and chews up junk dialogue in his deep-voiced drawl. All of this might just go back to director Kevin Munroe (TMNT), who makes a not-so-great splash here with his live-action feature-film debut.
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Dylan, whose business card reads “No pulse, no problem,” gets embroiled in a case involving a comely young blonde (Anita Briem) whose father was killed by a werewolf. Along with his sidekick Marcus (Sam Huntington), he soon finds himself battling the various demons of the night, armed with his silver knuckles for werewolves and guns loaded with wooden bullets for vampires and dum-dum bullets for zombies.

Marcus quickly finds himself a quick casualty, only to be brought back to life as, naturally, a zombie. His newfound state leads to the film’s few laughs, such as when he rebels against the standard zombie diet — for the non-cannibalistic variety at least — of maggots and worms. He’s also helpfully assured by Dylan that “the condition is manageable.”

The film has inexplicably snared some good actors to fill out the supporting roles, including Peter Stormare as a werewolf and Taye Diggs as the vampire owner of a nightclub whose specialty of the house is vampire blood.

But genuine thrills are in short supply, with cheesy special effects, awkwardly staged battles and monster get-ups that look like they were rented from the nearest Halloween shop giving the production a cheap, direct-to-DVD feel.
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