This week's featured adaptation is "Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter" and the movie reviews are decidedly mixed. The film fits into the classic-cum-monster genre popularized by Seth Grahame-Smith and others, and shows a new side of Honest Abe, wailing away at Southern
Los Angeles Times: "Vampire Hunter's" dramatic intentions are way ahead of its ability to execute them, so even capable actors such as
Tribune newspapers: For every medium or long shot in anything resembling sunlight (though this is largely an animated film, given the amount of green-screen effects), the digital zizz of the image looks like a dupe of a dupe of a dupe. This isn't "period" style; it's just sloppy. I did enjoy a few things, though. Mary Elizabeth Winstead plays the dishiest-ever version of Mary Todd Lincoln. ... There's a slo-mo strut toward the camera performed by [Benjamin] Walker's Lincoln that is genuinely funny. And I adore the nutty hypocrisy of the voice-over that begins and ends the film (meant to be torn from the pages of Lincoln's secret vampire-hunting journal), the line referring to how history prefers "soaring speeches to quiet deeds." This, in a splattery diversion that has no time for either.
Salon: There's definitely some empty-calories, summer-movie fun to be found in this ludicrous genre mashup, most of it courtesy of maniacal Russian director Timur Bekmambetov, who stages hilarious, imaginative, almost free-form action sequences like nobody in the business. There's a scene in this movie that involves an ax fight between the young Mr. Lincoln and a slave-trading vampire mastermind, set amid a stampeding herd of horses, who are alternately used as conveyances, obstacles and weapons. In its own idiotic and limited way, it's a work of genius, and you could almost say that about the movie as a whole.