Lot of close-ups for a limited stage, probably within budget
constraints, over as many as six actors set on given recreatively the
Victorian milieux, filmed from a few stuffy rooms in stiffed costumes.
All English actors/production efforts, I should think. Van Helsing
is not Stoker, not an integral while convalescing from whatever it was
that crawled inside when writing Dracula. Both Lucy, to assume more
so Helsing, are incidental although not to degrade overall the plot's
development. Focusing, however, exclusively upon the two thus turns
into an abridgement, a modern construct, for Helsing in an efficacy to
run a harrowing dialogue given Lucy, supportively, at her thing, as
the attractively alluring femme fatale, in Freudian terms, with teeth
figuratively where they're not usually to be expected;- Yes, one of
the male actors is bitten quite severely on the neck. How precisely
Helsing proposed the Unholy Undead might have arrived at that
junction, I really couldn't be bothered to listen.

Only recently encountering Nosferatu – Phantom der Nacht (Herzog) --
maybe a year ago, the German brook Jonathan follows into a sense of
mountainous heights leading to the enclave of Dracula's realm, which
was enchanting. I'd rather watch Herzog again, Isabelle Adjani rather
than Helsing envelope to pull back Klaus Kinski, no thought to
four-inch fingernail foreplay as before, again but straightaway into
her neck as she cradles him acquiescently in the crux of an ascending
sun bestowed upon him his consuming passion.

Should be but one review on IMDB for those less faint of heart able to
withstand the lack of a fastforward with words of some volume.