utterly witless, listless, sparkless and senseless, this supernatural actioner makes one long for the comparative sophistication of the conceptually identical "Underworld" franchise
don't waste your time. The meaning is money; the aim is a franchise. Beattie keeps the pace moving, Eckhart holds our attention, and that's pretty much a win
"I, Frankenstein" is a bland mess of a film with nothing going on upstairs and not a thing to separate it from the wave of dreary, likeminded sci-fi/action exercises