This cursory reboot adopts the mirth-free mythology tactic beloved of modern superhero ventures. To save Transylvania, Luke Evans’ Rada- dictioned Vlad the Impaler accepts a taster of eternal life as though it were free anti-virus software; a Bisto-tanned Dominic Cooper is his boy-coveting Turkish nemesis. Adland graduate Gary Shore gives it a functional sheen, but is mostly exercised trying to obscure budget shortfalls with cheaper-by-the-dozen CG bats and the usual slapdash cutting. Its no-frills, B-movie modesty might have been winning, if it weren’t so dashed-off: the concluding sequel set-up is both more promising than anything preceding it and optimistic, to say the least.