Most critics land in the middle on Luc Besson’s Dracula, finding it silly, knowing it is silly, and largely forgiving it for that. The praise clusters on Caleb Landry Jones, whose committed, faintly camp performance as the lovesick count is the one thing nearly every review singles out, with Christoph Waltz’s priest a close second. Several also admire the costumes and set design, and a late battle sequence draws approval from more than one quarter.
The reservations are about the script and the tone. Reviewers agree Besson has chosen romance over horror, and the mixed majority are split on whether that is charming or stodgy; complaints recur about repeated flashbacks, thin supporting characters and plot holes. The spread is wide for a film so few love outright: Variety and Slant call it dull and inert respectively, while Radio Times stands alone in finding the leads weak, against the general view that Jones is the reason to watch.
