Dylan Dog: Dead of Night felt like a cross between Constantine and Beetlejuice then infused with a dollar store Raymond Chandler plot. It made me realize why Brandon Routh's career never really went anywhere and the comedic relief was mildly entertaining. I can't say I'm heartbroken there aren't any likely installments coming but at least its not World War Z.
Uninspired movie making. Routine and predictable. Violates the basic storytelling law "Show, don't tell" in practically every scene. The only saving grace is Sam Huntington as Marcus who energizes every scene he is in with his spot on dry and funny delivery.