All aboard for monster trip
If you think the phrase “Adam Sandler comedy” is an oxymoron, then the Hotel Transylvania films might come as a pleasant surprise. Voicing a bubbly, naive Count Dracula, the most irritating man in comedy is not just bearable, but actually rather endearing.
The appeal is largely due to the bright and cutesy animation: from a single glance, even the youngest filmgoers will know this is a bloodsucker who wouldn’t hurt a fly.
But when we meet the prince-of-terror-turned-hotelier this time around he’s missing his usual pep. His daughter Mavis (Selena Gomez) thinks he’s tired out from running his hotel for ghouls while the hotel’s regular guests – including the invisible man (David Spade) and Frankenstein’s monster (Kevin James) – decide their widower friend needs to find love and so introduce Drac to online dating.
This results in an unfunny sequence in which the Count faffs about with his phone’s voice-recognition software, before swiping through potential lovers on an app.
It’s badly misjudged, ringing false for both the character and the film’s world: Transylvania is meant to be creepy, but Tinder is entirely the wrong kind of creepy. A cynic might assume the skit exists only to crowbar in its heavy-handed product placement for the production company of Sony’s own smartphones.
It wouldn’t be the first time: Sony’s last major animation, the ghastly Emoji Movie, felt like wall-to-wall advertising.
Things pick up once Mavis whisks the characters off on a luxury cruise to Atlantis, where Dracula falls head-over-heels for the ship’s captain Ericka (Kathryn Hahn).
Unfortunately she’s the great-granddaughter of his nemesis, Van Helsing, and actively plotting with the elderly vampire-hunter to kill him.
Can our heroes find unlikely love by overcoming prejudice and the burdens of family expectation? The answer won’t shock anyone who has seen the first two Hotel films, which tackled exactly the same theme. “We are all the same!” one character gasps. “Monster, human, unicorn, it doesn’t matter!” It’s heavy-handed, but admirable.
The franchise’s cast has now grown to such a size that previous major players (such as Andy Samberg, as Mavis’s husband) are sidelined.
Mel Brooks briefly reprises his role as Drac’s dad Vlad, while fleeting scenes with Wayne the browbeaten werewolf father remind us that the part is tailor-made for Steve Buscemi.
Plentiful throwaway gags hit the franchise’s intended sweet-spot between adorable and icky; el Chupacabra orders a cocktail and gets a goat in a martini glass, while Blobby the blob monster gets seasick and vomits up a smaller sentient blob, which immediately gives him a hug. Aww. . .
Blobby is voiced by Genndy Tartakovsky, who has directed every film in the franchise. He was previously best known for creating one of Cartoon Network’s oddest and most elegant children’s cartoons: Samurai Jack.
The Hotel films don’t share that show’s boldness or edge, but there are flashes of its visual inventiveness – the cruise liner’s waiters, for instance, are white-tuxedoed fish with human feet. The bright visuals make up for often ropy dialogue.
Compared with Pixar’s more nuanced take on preternatural family pressure, Incredibles 2, Hotel Translyvania 3 looks like a B-movie, with characters that are easy to like but hard to love. Still, at just 97 minutes it doesn’t outstay its welcome. It’s a pleasant minibreak that should keep little monsters quiet for a while. – The Telegraph