I went to see this film because the director decided to use Esperanto in it, to some small degree. I will repeat this line at the end of this review …

This is the third, and with any luck the last, in a series of films about one of Marvel Comics’ lesser characters, the black vampire-hunter Blade. In this film, Blade (Wesley Snipes) kills lots of vampires and “familiars” (ordinary human beings who help vampires), gets caught by the police, escapes with the help of a little coterie of other vampire-hunters, gets involved in a plot to generate an anti-vampire bioweapon, and has to fight a Dracula for whom any similarity to the Dracula of literary history (including Marvel Comics’ own Dracula) is purely coincidental.

At one point, when the police ask Blade how many people he has killed — “Forty? Fifty?” — he answers “Eleven hundred.” Most of these must have been vampires rather than familiars. In this film, vampires appear to be so fragile that if they poke their finger with a sewing needle they will immediately dissolve to a skeleton, which then itself turns to dust. Any time Blade or his friends take on a gang of vampires, you can be sure that within about two minutes the vampire hunters will be standing among a whole lot of little piles of dust.

Comedy relief is provided by a vampire Pomeranian dog. Frankly, I would have preferred Howard the Duck’s “Horrible Hellcow” (which Howard destroyed by holding a lug wrench, shaped like a cross, in front of himself).

I went to see this film because the director decided to use Esperanto in it, to some small degree. I can’t think of any better reason for anyone to see it.