The inept writing team of Thomas Dean Donnelly and Joshua Oppenheimer have so thoroughly screwed up Tiziano Sclavi's comic book source material that you can barely tell the werewolves from the vampires from the zombies.
Flirtations with dark humor ala "An American Werewolf in London" are the closest the movie comes to achieving any traction of entertainment. Brandon Routh falls from his mighty perch as the once-hopeful Superman franchise standard bearer in the role of the title character.
The filmmakers feint toward a noir tone for Dylan as a hard-boiled detective living in New Orleans (even if Routh is far too young to pull it off) before regressing into a kitchen sink monster-war storyline.
The ever-watchable Anita Briem briefly livens things up as Elizabeth, Dylan's latest client. The murder of Elizabeth's art-dealer father kicks off the action. Sam Huntington gets all the gallows humor lines as Dylan's zombie-cum-lately-assistant Marcus.
If you haven't seen "Cemetery Man," director Michele Soavi's 1994 avant-garde adaptation of Tiziano Sclavi's Dylan Dog novel and comic books, I highly recommend checking it out rather than wasting your time on this muddled piece of filmic tripe.
