Dracula Defanged

My wife and I tuned in to NBC's pilot episode of Dracula with high hopes, only to have our expectations dashed. We were eager for more in the latest reboot of the greatest vampire character of all time, but instead we witnessed a plodding, deathly dull period drama that had far too few chills and thrills.

Actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers is talented enough, but even he has been neutered a bit, losing some of the charm he displayed in The Tudors and forced to have his Vlad/Dracula persona transformed into a bland American named Alexander Grayson. Instantly lost is all the exotic intrigue of the foreign aristocrat that is such an integral part of the original Count.

We've seen far too many glittery superhero vampires. What made Dracula so exciting in past renditions (both literary and cinematic, both live on stage and on the television screen) was his inescapable romantic appeal hiding the frightening monster within.  In this new series, the monster is all but hidden beyond recognition, glimpsed at in all-too-brief moments.

Maybe this would have worked better if it were set in modern times, like Sherlock on CBS or Sleepy Hollow on FOX, but period shows have worked, so that's no excuse for the overly talky, slow paced snoozefest that this latest interpretation of Dracula ends up being.

Of course, I'm only judging it based on its first episode, but it was so uninteresting that I doubt I'll give it another chance.