Not only does “Hellboy (2019)” spit in the face of the Guillermo del Toro predecessors that came before it but it might very well just be the equivalent of Dante’s Inferno. In fact, I think Dante missed a tenth circle out his ring of Fire there.
This film is an exercise in both apprehensive endurance and tedium, reeking of sheer laziness and subtle inexperience from its talented director. The acting cannot rise this tress-pool back to the surface, there is too much plot in a mere skeleton of a story, the dialogue sounds cheesy, the script is non-existent, the CGI effects don’t hold up well, it’s loud, it’s brash, it’s noisy, it’s incoherent, it’s hideous, it’s not funny, stuff doesn’t make any sense, the screenplay is atrocious and if what I’m hearing is true about there being some creative differences behind the scenes, then it’s proof that some reboots extradited from the depths of hell don’t deserve to be made.
It adds a fresh coat of paint to a series that already had greatness sparking through it and adds basically nothing else. And trust me when I tell you: don’t expect a sequel anytime soon. This film does not deserve one.