Los Angeles Times by Mark Olsen

The effects may be cheap and unconvincing, the sets spare, the costumes from some unwanted back rack, but Argento still brings enough moments of kinky madness to his not-great "Dracula" to indicate there may yet be greatness lurking within him.

RogerEbert.com by Peter Sobczynski

At least a bit of an improvement over the embarrassment of "Giallo", but no matter how promising the idea of him tackling Bram Stoker's classic might sound in theory, the result cannot be regarded as anything but a disappointment.

Slant Magazine by Chuck Bowen

The film is dispiriting because there's virtually no sign of Dario Argento in it, nor of any novel motivation to mount yet another version of an oft-told tale.

The Dissolve by Keith Phipps

It isn’t just sub-par for Argento, it’s sub-par for virtually any director. It’s a stain on Dracula’s good name, and a waste of time for even those looking for the cheapest of vampiric thrills.

Village Voice by Zachary Wigon

Unfortunately, Argento never acknowledges he's in on the joke, nor is the film quite ridiculous enough for us to coast enjoyably on derision. When it comes to B-movies, sometimes anything less than way too much isn't nearly enough.

Variety by Rob Nelson

Director Argento half-heartedly mixes schlocky 3D f/x with one-dimensional characters for a near-two-hour joke that ought to have been funnier.

The A.V. Club by Nick Schager

No amount of intentional stabs at humor can offset the hilarious awfulness of Dario Argento’s Dracula.

The New York Times by Neil Genzlinger

When insects are the best thing in your movie, it’s probably time to retire.

Time Out by Joshua Rothkopf

Where, exactly, is Dario Argento? He’s up there in the title, but none of the horror maestro’s former genius (Suspiria) is evident in this silly, Stoker-by-numbers slog, rife with cheesy digital blood spurts but not a single moment of deep-red gorgeousness.

The Playlist by Gabe Toro

This is the sort of movie that should be playing in the background on an episode of “Tim And Eric,” and yet instead it’s being released by IFC Films. Bring alcohol.

The Hollywood Reporter by David Rooney

Utterly lacking in imagination or suspense, this inane effort is strictly for hardcore Argento cultists.