Underworld: Evolution (15)

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Preposterous vampire hokum. Kate Beckinsale sports ice-blue contact lenses and skintight leather as she flies through an impenetrable plot about a brotherhood of bloodsuckers first at large in the 13th century - and now really looking their age.

It's the kind of movie in which no room can be entered except by crashing through the door in a tumult of splintering wood. The set carpenters certainly did a better job than the screenwriter.

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