Imaginative and sympathetic cinematic take on the origin and fate of the great vampire. Computer graphics for days.
Too melodramatic and enmeshed in the wife and child department, sorta like Coppola's version: princes dominated at home by women and, in this case, by a histrionic boy child, too. Reflects, I fear, our contemporary family.
But the Muslim Turks are depicted as ruthless bad guys without redeeming qualities, which is nice.
No PC about that. The institution of taking many thousands of Christian boys as slave soldiers is not hidden or excused. It is over this historical practice that the plot develops.
Transylvania, which has always been Eastern Orthodox, is depicted as basically medieval Latin, with a few exotic Byzantine touches. Hollywood's typical condescending disdain for Christian reality.
Charles Dance, once the lankily handsome leading man in The Jewel In The Crown, and of late the evil Lannister patriarch in Game of Thrones, here plays the original vampire who turns Vlad.
I am a fan of the vampire genre and this is by no means the worst example.