More than twenty years after he first stalked the shadows of Transylvania, Hugh Jackman returns in Van Helsing 2—a ferocious, philosophical, and visually brooding sequel that trades the campy thrills of the original for something darker, deeper, and far more daring. Set against the dying embers of Cold War Europe, this is less monster-mash and more mythopoetic nightmare.

The year is 1987. Eastern Europe is a ghost of its former self—fractured by politics, haunted by history, and now plagued by a new breed of nightmare. These aren’t the monsters Van Helsing once faced. These creatures bleed through walls, defy scripture, and laugh at silver bullets. They are immune not only to weapons, but to faith itself.
Enter Elena Varga, played with fierce conviction by a breakout Romanian star. She’s a firebrand exorcist with a traumatic past, possessed of visions that claw at the veil between life and death. Her journey to find the long-lost Van Helsing—believed dead, entombed in some spiritual limbo—drives the film’s spine. Elena is no sidekick; she is a co-lead, a moral compass, and at times, the only thing keeping the story grounded in its humanity.

When she finally uncovers Van Helsing—hidden beneath a crumbling Carpathian monastery, bound to an ancient cross and half-alive in a pocket between dimensions—what she finds is not a savior, but a man hollowed by time. Jackman’s return is revelatory. His Van Helsing is no longer the swaggering slayer of yore. He is aged, broken, and achingly introspective. Yet, beneath the weariness, the fire still burns.
This is where Van Helsing 2 takes a sharp, ambitious turn. The resurrection of the Prince of Darkness isn’t the work of robed cultists—it’s a clandestine biotech experiment gone horribly wrong. Scientists, backed by a shadow faction within the Vatican, are resurrecting ancient bloodlines through CRISPR-like genetics, seeking immortality and “divine control” in the name of salvation. What they’ve created is something that defies the laws of both God and man.
What follows is a wild, genre-bending descent into bio-horror, theological conflict, and gothic action. The set pieces are stunning—storm-lashed laboratories in the Alps, train battles through snow-covered forests, underwater crypts bristling with reanimated horrors. Director Fede Álvarez (rumored to be behind the camera) balances dread with momentum, and quiet mythos-building with monstrous spectacle.

The film’s core theme—what does it mean to be good in a world that no longer believes in evil?—resonates through every beat. Van Helsing, once a blade in God’s hand, now questions if he was ever more than just a weapon. Elena, meanwhile, clings to faith but wonders if it’s all just stories told to make darkness easier to bear.
While the story occasionally buckles under the weight of its own dense mythology, the emotional stakes never waver. Jackman and his young counterpart share powerful scenes, especially in the quieter moments—a firelit confession, a silent prayer before battle, a discussion of what happens to the soul when even the dead refuse to sleep.
The resurrection of Dracula, when it comes, is both horrifying and tragic. This is not the elegant aristocrat of old, but a snarling revenant—genetically engineered, anciently damned, and entirely beyond redemption. The final showdown between hunter and beast is brutal, operatic, and soaked in blood and symbolism. No one walks away unscarred.

Van Helsing 2 may not be for everyone. It abandons the popcorn polish of the 2004 original for something far more meditative and mythic. But for those willing to dive into its dense lore, shifting tones, and brutal beauty, the rewards are immense.
This is not just a monster movie—it’s a lament for belief, a requiem for faith, and a resurrection of purpose. In a world where science dares to play god, only the damned remember what happens when the dark truly wakes.
And as Van Helsing walks into the night once more, sword in one hand and doubt in the other, we’re reminded: evil never dies… but neither does the fight.