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{{a|book review|}}{{br|Dracula: The Un-Dead}} — Dacre Stoker and Ian Holt
{{a|book review|}}{{br|Dracula: The Un-Dead}} — Dacre Stoker and Ian  


===Dr. Chopper goes to Whitby: Literary horrorshow ensues.===
===Dr. Chopper goes to Whitby: Literary horrorshow ensues.===
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As I say, unlikely.
As I say, unlikely.


Mr Stoker has been co-opted by a “well-known {{br|Dracula}} Historian” called {{author|Ian Holt}}. I wonder if this is the same {{author|Ian Holt}} who scripted ''Dr Chopper'', a 2005 straight-to-video release whose IMDB plot summary is: “Five young friends head out to the country for a weekend at the family cabin and run afoul of a group of motorcycle riding madwomen led by the sadistic, knife-wielding plastic surgeon, Dr. Fielding.”
Mr Stoker has been co-opted by a “well-known {{br|Dracula}} Historian” called Ian Holt. I wonder if this is the same Ian Holt who scripted ''Dr Chopper'', a 2005 straight-to-video release whose IMDB plot summary is: “Five young friends head out to the country for a weekend at the family cabin and run afoul of a group of motorcycle riding madwomen led by the sadistic, knife-wielding plastic surgeon, Dr. Fielding.”


Having read {{br|Dracula: The Un-Dead}}, I have a sneaking suspicion it just might be the same {{author|Ian Holt}}.
Having read {{br|Dracula: The Un-Dead}}, I have a sneaking suspicion it just might be the same Ian Holt.


Now if the sound of Dr. Chopper makes your heart sink, then look away now, for that is, at best, the level of wit and sophistication you will find in this novel. This is a toweringly awful book: a veritable ''tour de force'' of witless, guileless, inanity — so bad that, perversely, it is entertaining: you will find yourself boxing on, propelled by the simple disbelief that anyone gormless enough to write this mush had the commercial acumen, tenacity and perseverance to bring it to market.
Now if the sound of Dr. Chopper makes your heart sink, then look away now, for that is, at best, the level of wit and sophistication you will find in this novel. This is a toweringly awful book: a veritable ''tour de force'' of witless, guileless, inanity — so bad that, perversely, it is entertaining: you will find yourself boxing on, propelled by the simple disbelief that anyone gormless enough to write this mush had the commercial acumen, tenacity and perseverance to bring it to market.