Dracula

It takes real nerve to tackle Bram Stoker's most-filmed anti-hero in 2025. First, the role has already been immortalised by everyone from Bela Lugosi to Gary Oldman, so comparisons are savage. Second, gothic horror sits miles away from Luc Besson's usual playground of kinetic sci-fi (The Fifth Element) and neon crime capers (Léon). Walking in, I honestly wasn't sure whether we'd get an idiosyncratic triumph or a beautiful train wreck.

Happily, it's closer to the former. Visually, the film is a feast: swirling Carpathian blizzards bleed into candle-lit castle corridors, while Besson's trademark flair for colour and movement gives the vampire myth a fresh, almost operatic sheen. The cast meet the challenge head-on-Dracula himself is equal parts seductively reptilian and heartbreakingly lonely, and the supporting ensemble never drops the ball. I found myself grinning at several sly nods to past adaptations yet never felt trapped in pastiche.

Where the film stumbles is in the marrow of its story. The plot beats are solid but seldom surprising, and a mid-act detour about Dracula's centuries-old heartbreak lingers a few crimson drops too long. Trim twenty minutes, sharpen a couple of character arcs, and we might be talking instant classic. As it stands, Dracula is a very good film-bold, stylistically sumptuous, thoroughly entertaining-but not quite the genre-redefining masterpiece its ambition hints at.

Verdict: 7.5 / 10. Worth the ticket for the imagery and performances alone; just don't expect it to eclipse Coppola's fang-print on the legend.

It feels more like a moody fanfic than a fresh take. Visually, it's stunning. The castles, the costumes, the lighting - pure eye candy. But that's where the magic ends.

The script? Thin. The romance? Forced. Caleb Landry Jones tries hard, but the chemistry is dead on arrival. Even Christoph Waltz felt like he was sleepwalking through his scenes.

I get what Besson was aiming for-a tragic love story wrapped in gothic horror-but it never quite lands. The pacing drags, and the emotional beats feel hollow.

Is it worth watching? Maybe, if you're into atmospheric visuals. Otherwise, it's a stylish shell with not much soul.

It's been almost 30 years since the last Besson film I was thrilled with. It was The Fifth Element, a daring, dynamic film by a brilliant madman... it was a long wait, but Besson is back. The cast is great, the performances are mostly Oscar-worthy, and his new in-house actor Caleb Landry Jones is a very good replacement for the unique Jean Reno. And he would be a great Joker in the style of Heath Ledger in the event of a prequel. A film with heart and soul made for the audience with an anti-hero who is hard to love, but can be understood, and can be sympathized with. I never liked Coppola's version of Bram Stocker's Dracula, and I really wanted someone to make a better version, but I really didn't expect that someone would be my favorite director from the great nineties (Nikita, Leon). I only hope that I don't have to wait another 30 years for a film this great. 10/10.

This movie could have been a masterpiece, the story, while well known, is solid, great actors, seasoned director ... however it felt pretty flat. Some bits are extremely good, while some feel almost goofy, you ask yourself Why ???? But why ????

Quite disappointing because a few logic changes, this movie would have been epic.

Director Luc Besson's take on the legendary vampire myth, Dracula: A Love Tale, is a visually magnificent, if occasionally overwrought, gothic romance that succeeds largely on the strength of its lead performance. The film is, first and foremost, a feast for the eyes. The costume and production design are lavish, transporting the audience with an authenticity and opulence that is breathtakingly gothic. This visual splendor is matched by an intensely committed performance from (Caleb Landry Jones) as the titular Prince Vlad/Dracula. Jones delivers a portrayal of a 400-year-old soul consumed by grief and undying love that is both unsettling and deeply human. His 'old' Dracula is eerie and composed, while the anguish of his younger self is palpable. The film leans heavily into the love tale aspect, providing a compelling, passionate, and tragic core that successfully recaptures the sweeping melodrama of a classic Hammer horror or a Coppola adaptation. The chemistry between Jones and co-star (Zoë Bleu) is electric, providing the emotional fuel for the entire production. While the passion is there, the film often stumbles with its pacing. It rockets through centuries of lore and character development with a speed that sometimes feels jarring. We are given tantalizing glimpses into the lives of key supporting characters, including (Christoph Waltz's) Priest, but they feel underdeveloped, serving more as plot devices than fully fleshed-out individuals. The script, at times, struggles to balance the high romantic drama with the classic horror elements, occasionally defaulting to dialogue that feels a touch too cheesy or theatrical for its own good. It's a film that desperately needed a little more room to breathe in its middle acts to allow the audience to fully settle into its narrative rhythm. Dracula: A Love Tale is an undeniable guilty pleasure for fans of the gothic-romantic vampire genre. It's a gorgeous, over-the-top spectacle carried by a magnetic central performance that grounds the more fantastical elements. It lacks the cohesive polish or thematic depth to be a masterpiece, but its sheer visual flair and raw emotional intensity make it a truly captivating, if imperfect, cinematic experience. Go for the style, stay for Caleb Landry Jones' unforgettable Count!