For the most part, there's little to care about: Semira surfaces as the one potential source of campy fun in the film, but she's quickly ground down by the story machinations, and the fight scenes are so choppily edited that they barely register at all.
This film is so heavy with exposition that you would think that the director, Anna Foerster, and the screenwriter, Cory Goodman, had set out to complete a dissertation instead of a sequel.
While the film may justify its title in terms of the viscera on display, it is badly in need of a funny bone.
Whatever's vibrating on your phone is more interesting than what's onscreen.
An embarrassingly murky mess that takes something that could've been made into agreeably cheeseball fun and sucks all the fun out of it.
This is clearly one franchise that's been fully drained of its blood.
A generic, by-the-numbers genre exercise that, for all its talk of blood, is strictly anemic.
Should satisfy fans of the "Underworld" movies just enough to live up to the previous films' success ... and to guarantee that Beckinsale, if she so chooses, can ride out this saga some more.
Like the four franchise fillers that preceded it, Underworld: Blood Wars is undoubtedly impervious to bad reviews. What it needs is a stake through the heart.