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Contains strong violence, language and horror.
Sometimes bloody, sometimes bloody awful, Blade Trinity, the third instalment in Wesley Snipes' vampire chronicles, knocks the franchise out for the Count as veteran series scripter David S Goyer slides into the director's chair. Snipes is back in black as the fearless vampire hunter Blade chasing the legendary Dracula (chubby-faced Dominic Purcell) in a tale that seldom goes for the jugular but quite often nips the funny bone. It's billed as 'The Final Hunt' - and for Blade's sake, you'll hope so.
This time around, the stakes (pun intended) are higher as Blade is busted by the FBI, then busted out of custody by a group of newbie vampire hunters called The Nightstalkers. He needs their help to beat the real Dracula - who's just been resurrected in the Syrian Desert - but he ain't amused by their smart-assed leader (Ryan Reynolds) or their dumb name: "You sound like rejects from a Saturday morning cartoon."
"MORE RAMBLING THAN SLICK"
Blade's not the only one with a stony face: hardcore fans of the series may find themselves wondering what's left to love. More rambling than slick, this just about works as a showcase for the superbly brutal martial arts scenes but softens the blows with some bizarre humour that pirouettes on the brink of self-parody. Undead Pomeranian dogs, goofy one-liners from Reynolds ("I eat a lot of garlic, and I just farted"), and Parker Posey as a vampire vamp tottering around in ridiculously high heels seem like sacrilege not comic relief. Only Jessica Biel's curvy archery student manages to hit the mark - and that's as eye-candy totty.
The original Blade and its sequel mined a techno Goth fantasy realm that blended samurai movies and a blaxploitation vibe with the adrenalin rush of full on vamp rage. In comparison this 'Final Hunt' loses the scent, leaving its laconic anti-hero literally holding the baby. Dumb fun for sure, but Blade Trinity? Nah, this is just Blade Blunted.
It's good but it should have been better!
