I take a look at Marvel’s first black superhero movie — no, not Black Panther, the actual first one released twenty years ago, which was a huge hit and spawned two sequels. (And was also R-rated, so sorry, Deadpool, you didn’t blaze any trails, either.) The great superhero movie rewatch observes Wesley Snipes grimacing his way through the three Blade movies.
So does the choice in villain, which is a problem throughout all three. Neither Stephen Dorff’s flaccid Frost nor Thomas Krestchmann’s Nosferatu-lite Damaskinos nor Dominic Purcell’s utter inability to show depth and nuance as Drake serve the films well. At least they have secondary villains to pick up the slack, from Donal Logue’s batshit crazy Quinn in the first film to the always-brilliant Ron Perlman as Reinhardt in the second movie to Parker Posey vamping it up (sorry…) as Talos in Trinity.