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January 5, 2011

Sadly, this comically creaky production, directed by Paul Alexander and featuring an unfortunate George Hearn as the vampire hunter and the Italian actor Michel Altieri as the caped count, makes the material feel about as immortal as a fruit fly. The creature this lumbering staging most resembles is not one of those comely young vampires with six-pack abs zigzagging at warp speed across screens today, but a lumbering, dead-eyed zombie fresh from the crypt.

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Peter
Santilli

January 5, 2011

In the ever-growing glut of vampire stories that permeates pop culture, some things are better left undead. This truth is sadly evident in the new off-Broadway revival of the classic play "Dracula," a disappointingly reserved production that is mostly lifeless — and not in a good way.

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January 6, 2011

The woefully inept drama "Dracula," which opened off- Broadway last night, is as close as we get to dinner theater in New York. There’s no prime rib, but plenty of grating cheese. While it prompts unintended chuckles — when a small plastic bat flies over the set, or when the dying bloodsucker flails about in his cardboard coffin — what it is, mostly, is tedious. Even the great George Hearn, as Dracula nemesis Van Helsing, looks as if he’s counting the minutes until the curtain call.

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New Jersey Newsroom
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Michael
Sommers

January 5, 2011

Looking like a lightweight Fabio as Dracula — certainly more toothy than fanged — a hollow-cheeked Michel Altieri sports a vaguely Italian accent and long, flowing tresses as he stiffly stalks Emily Bridges’ statuesque Lucy. As for the rest of Alexander’s misguided company — why waste your time in reading about their futile attempts to make this dear old bat of a melodrama fly?

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New York Daily News
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Joe
Dziemianowicz

January 6, 2011

Elaborately tacky, unintentionally hilarious and totally bloodless, a new Off-Broadway production makes you suspect that you’re being "Punk’d." While it’s not an ‘oax — as the Cockney servant in the play would say — it’s an ‘owler.

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