Frenetic horror stew from Mummy director Sommers. Think theme park ride, then think disappointing theme park ride where your keys fell out of your pocket and you threw up when it finished. The Dr. Jekyll/Mr Hyde CGI thing is beyond awful - they'd have been better off with Shrek.
Overblown slovenly attempt to revitalize Universal's old horror franchises instead ends up looking like what you'd expect a Monogram or PRC film would if they had access to CGI back in the Forties. This is not a good thing. Jackman and Beckinsale are cardboard cutouts waiting for their checks to clear, and Roxburgh is the most uncharismatic Count in cinema history. At least this film's lack of critical success let Sommers go ruin the G.I. Joe franchise instead. The only highlights are Anaya's sexy vampire bitch (ironic that one of the undead gives the only life to this dreary mess) and Wenham's clutzy monk assistant, who looks like he wandered in off the Captain Kronos set. In fact, go watch that film instead and don't waste your time with this piffling fart of a movie.