A hotel for monsters and an idiot human who turns up out of the blue. As far as concepts go, that’s a killer one. But can a film with Adam Sandler putting on a Drac accent really bring that concept into full fruition? ‘I’m Count Dracula, Blah Blah Blah.’ Okay.
The idea of having a bunch of monsters checking in, enjoying massages and room service is definitely up there with a company of monsters going off to scare children for a living, but Hotel Transylvania never feels like a hotel. There are plenty of monsters, but it seems to be one big crazy party with Mummie, wolves and jelly monsters rushing around doing wacky things in such a quick succession nothing sticks. It’s a constant flash of craziness and when the human Johnny (Andy Samberg) enters there is barely time to register the fact, the crazy barrage of wacky monster fun is too thick, leaving no space to let the story breathe. Then the hotel fun is cast aside as quick as Johnny enters, instead going for a love story between Drac’s bat daughter Mavis (Selena Gomez) and the human fool. That killer concept kills itself.
It’s a film which feels like it has ADD, flying from scenario to scenario with the good jokes choking under the weight of the bad ones. The animation is full of life as each character displays a variety of emotions and actions, but they come across as irritating creeps rather than endearing. Then they start singing auto tuned pop rap songs. I’m ready to check out. Please.
Hotel Transylvania blah blah blah. Try to enjoy your stay.