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Just when you thought camp was dead, along comes this bizarre cross between a Tarantino knockoff and a Hammer horror film.
Turgid drama and incompetently staged action sequences...
The film might be the first of its kind: something to bring Maxim subscribers, video gamers, and loyal Logo viewers together.
It's time to start paying attention to the oeuvre of German director Uwe Boll. At this rate, he'll become the Ed Wood of this new movie century.
Dallas Morning News:
There's nothing certain in life except death, taxes and ... that movies based on video games are going to stink. Cue BloodRayne.
Actors have bills to pay too, and who knows, maybe Transylvania is nice in the summer.
There isn't much more of a story. In fact, there isn't any story. Luckily, Loken is there to provide something to stare at, vacantly.
'You don't know the meaning of pain!' our heroine hisses at one point. Oh, honey, believe us, we do.
New York Daily News:
How fitting that director Uwe Boll (House of the Dead) would choose a vampire flick as his latest project - the man has a career that, despite the horror he continually inflicts on innocent moviegoers, simply will not die.
Who is Uwe Boll and why does he hate moviegoers so? The German hack, the one-man Blitzkrieg of Bad, is the worst filmmaker in the movies today.
Pic lurches from incident to incident at a graceless plodding place, offering little in the way of genuine excitement -- the swordfights often are confusingly cut and choreographed -- and only minimal amounts of guilty-pleasure titillation.
After Rayne breaks out of the circus, it's a simple story, really, about a mixed-up girl who wants to slay her father.