Dylan Dog: Dead of Night

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear ...

Man in a rubber suit ... 2

Rule number one of monster movies in the 21st Century: to present one monster that's obviously a man in a rubber suit may be unfortunate; two begins to look like carelessness.

Rule number two: casting Brandon Routh as the reluctant hero of a monster movie is NOT post-modern, NOT ironic, NOT witty, NOT clever.

Rule number three: zombie jokes ought to be funny... even one would have helped.

Rule number four: the twist near the end ought to be curving at least a little rather than be so straight and transparent as to be see through from the first death.  (Actually, that might be rule number one because without a decent screenplay the rest is simply nit-picking).

Rule number five: work out who your target audience is meant to be.  Fans of the comic book will hate this movie.  Word of mouth from the rest of the world will kill it deader than its poorly realised cast of characters.

Sorry but DD:DoN is dire. (A colon will do it every time!)