The convoluted result – low on thrills, lower on coherence, and lowest on acting – is more confusing than compelling.

The characters are well-delineated and the story is sufficiently engaging for the motion picture to stand on its own merits irrespective of a viewer’s affinity for country music.

Although the target audience is unquestionably mothers and daughters, it has things to say to viewers of all genders and ages.

It glories in the excesses of gore and violence with an exuberance rarely experienced this side of Quentin Tarantino.

Although always gruesome and sometimes darkly humorous, it is never especially scary. This is yet another victory for nostalgia over originality.

The Nicolas Cage version of Dracula is so outrageous that it puts to shame previous attempts at parodying the Count. Too bad the rest of "Renfield" doesn’t come close to being on the same level.