There are some things out there that are quite poignant indications that God does exist. They're different for everyone, but for me, it's the simple things--my girlfriend's Italian sausage spaghetti, the sound of waves lapping on a beach, boobs--you know, things that give you belief that there is a grand creator with an eye and sense for the exquisite.
However, then there are some things borne of such immeasurable cruelty that forces one to wonder what sort of God would allow such a thing to exist. BloodRayne 2: Deliverance is one such thing. To put things in perspective, the first BloodRayne film was Citizen Kane in comparison.
Now, I'm sure we can all agree that Uwe Boll is a cinematic Hellspawn, conjured from the most foul depths of the abyss to further destroy the credibility of video games as an art form--or perhaps just a dutiful employee of Joseph Lieberman--but he is without a doubt the twentieth century's answer to Ed Wood. None of this is new, as Uwe Boll and his work have been treated like pinatas, and rightly so. And finally, his "work" has forgone the pitiful performance at the box office and gone straight to DVD.
First off, I'm a big fan of the BloodRayne franchise, waning as it is. Though it doesn't have the dunderheaded ridiculousness of House of the Dead, Deliverance is just plain dunderheaded. First off, watching most of it is likely to get you seasick, like the cameraman is a Parkinson's patient. Then, you come to the script, which is as dull as the Sergio Leone spaghetti western ripoff action.
It's as though Uwe Boll had a hankering to do a Western, but didn't have the rights to say, Red Dead Revolver or Gun or some such. Then, an idea rattled around inside his thick cranium..."I know! I've got the rights to BloodRayne! That lends itself to Western like schnitzel to sauerkraut! Problem ist kaput!" And from there, he basically slapped Rayne into a tired Western filled with cowboy vampires, only Rayne in no way resembles the Rayne from the game, and barely even that of the first movie (different actresses notwithstanding). On top of that, they couldn't even come up with an original villain. Instead, we get a vampire Billy the Kid (The Transformers' Zack Ward). Really.
Are there any redeeming qualities? Not really. Even new Rayne Natassia Malthe seems blissfully ignorant as to who Rayne was before Uwe Boll sodomized her into cookie-cutter tough girl anonymity. So, please, take this from an ardent fan of BloodRayne. Put it back on the shelf.
Addition: However, the crap isn't completely thick throughout. A nice addition (apart from the inclusion of the PC version of the original game) is an "eComic" I suppose you'd call it, of one of the latest issues of the BloodRayne comic, which actually does remain true to the character (an obvious tip-off that Uwe had nothing to do with it).
However, then there are some things borne of such immeasurable cruelty that forces one to wonder what sort of God would allow such a thing to exist. BloodRayne 2: Deliverance is one such thing. To put things in perspective, the first BloodRayne film was Citizen Kane in comparison.
Now, I'm sure we can all agree that Uwe Boll is a cinematic Hellspawn, conjured from the most foul depths of the abyss to further destroy the credibility of video games as an art form--or perhaps just a dutiful employee of Joseph Lieberman--but he is without a doubt the twentieth century's answer to Ed Wood. None of this is new, as Uwe Boll and his work have been treated like pinatas, and rightly so. And finally, his "work" has forgone the pitiful performance at the box office and gone straight to DVD.
First off, I'm a big fan of the BloodRayne franchise, waning as it is. Though it doesn't have the dunderheaded ridiculousness of House of the Dead, Deliverance is just plain dunderheaded. First off, watching most of it is likely to get you seasick, like the cameraman is a Parkinson's patient. Then, you come to the script, which is as dull as the Sergio Leone spaghetti western ripoff action.
It's as though Uwe Boll had a hankering to do a Western, but didn't have the rights to say, Red Dead Revolver or Gun or some such. Then, an idea rattled around inside his thick cranium..."I know! I've got the rights to BloodRayne! That lends itself to Western like schnitzel to sauerkraut! Problem ist kaput!" And from there, he basically slapped Rayne into a tired Western filled with cowboy vampires, only Rayne in no way resembles the Rayne from the game, and barely even that of the first movie (different actresses notwithstanding). On top of that, they couldn't even come up with an original villain. Instead, we get a vampire Billy the Kid (The Transformers' Zack Ward). Really.
Are there any redeeming qualities? Not really. Even new Rayne Natassia Malthe seems blissfully ignorant as to who Rayne was before Uwe Boll sodomized her into cookie-cutter tough girl anonymity. So, please, take this from an ardent fan of BloodRayne. Put it back on the shelf.
Addition: However, the crap isn't completely thick throughout. A nice addition (apart from the inclusion of the PC version of the original game) is an "eComic" I suppose you'd call it, of one of the latest issues of the BloodRayne comic, which actually does remain true to the character (an obvious tip-off that Uwe had nothing to do with it).
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