Dylan Dog; Dead of night (2010)

Imagine Constantine on a shoe-string budget, written by an Italian determined to do to American horror fantasy what his countrymen did to the western.

It might be far better bet to start with the original comic book series because the film adaptation is so cookie cutter.

The only pleasure you'll derive from watching this is seeing New Orleans through Argento's giallo aesthetics.

Read my full review at Fridae, first published on 25 March 2011.