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So far, the video games that Boll has massacred were not the most near and dear to a majority of gamers. Bloodrayne is no different. Despite the semi-cool "vampire vs. Nazis" hook, the Bloodrayne games were standard, easily-forgotten fighting games that only remained in the public eye because someone thought it'd be a great idea to throw Bloodrayne into a Playboy magazine spread. Seriously. Still, I would've tolerated even Uwe Boll doing this movie, if he just allowed us to vicariously enjoy some vampiric payback on the Third Reich. No such luck. Instead, we get Bloodrayne: Brought To You By Cherry Kool-Aid, an overly gory, sloppy mess of a film that's just as incoherent and silly as Alone in the Dark and House of the Dead. One can only imagine Boll's preproduction sessions:
ASSISTANT: Um, Mr. Boll? The movie? BOLL: Ah, yes! It shall be my most glorious achievement! You taking notes? Good. Michael Madsen with a giant hair metal wig! Horsies! Gypsies! Ben Kingsley raping people! Billy Zane! Dismembered vampire body parts! That chick from Terminator 3, but only if she agrees to go topless! Oh! Oh! And Meat Loaf in a white fluffy wig doing blood shots off of naked prostitutes! Not just movie prostitutes, but REAL hookers! This, I command! ASSISTANT: Hail Caesar! Your greatest glee as a movie viewer subjecting themselves to Bloodrayne is to bear witness to a trifecta of bad acting, bad directing, and a bad story. You will howl with laughter at the pseudo-Proper English that spouts from every misconstrued line of dialogue. You will spend sleepless nights wondering who decided to put goofy wigs on all of the male cast. You will grow easily bored the fifty-second time someone slashes a sword and a veritable fountain of red Kool-Aid spouts from their chest. You will shrug in befuddlement while trying to figure out the mess of a plot involving vampire body parts, vampire hybrids, and your prerequisite vampire fighting organization known as "Brimstone". Which honestly sounds like a type of beer. What you will NOT do is respect the filmmaking instincts or find this "cool" except if you're watching this in a restaurant freezer. There's a lot of overcompensating going on here, mostly in terms of cleavage and large swords, but can I just go back to the acting? It amazes me that these are fairly well-known and sometimes professional actors who got sucked into this mess, then gave it about 15% for the whole bit. Madsen looks drunk and disoriented (which he probably was, according to reports), Michelle Rodriguez tries so very hard to overcome her gag reflex in mouthing Victorian phrasing, Ben Kingsley tries to sound menacing with a dead possum on his head, and Loken is nothing more than a pair of breasts with a grumpy attitude. No cliché, from the prisoner pretending to be "sick" to escape a cell, to the "I have to leave you because everyone I loves dies" scene, is left alone. Boll happily strips himself naked and rolls around in this stuff before breakfast every day, or so I'm told. This is the type of film that can't be taken the way the director intended, mouths pursed in admiration and hands rising to clap in approval. If you're able to watch this to the very ridiculous end — one of the dumbest and most nonsensical endings of any film I've EVER watched, and that's saying a lot — without losing bladder control and requesting a friend to hit you with any hard object nearby, just to dull the pain, then you are my hero.
Is It Worth Staying Through End Credits?
Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
Groovy Quotes
[said completely deadpan]
Bad guy: You, my dear, will stay here until the ceremony.
Kid: Can I see your teeth? If you liked this movie, try these:
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