When her mom disappears, Lily Collins discovers she’s actually a warrior half-angel or something. Cue some werewolves, a diminishing gang of demon hunters, vampires, a goblet, some runes, some freaky monk types hanging about in the catacombs, and a few wan looking boys in make-up mooning about over Lily (who just can’t choose between them….!) and you’ve got a derivative and messy and disastrous piece of cinema. Oh I know I’m not exactly the target audience, but when Lily not only behaves like an overly dramatic teen princess, the whole film rolls out like it’s written by one, it’s hard to get excited. Nice SFX? Whatever.
