I don’t blame you, Shiloh Fernandez. Someone told you to gel up your hair and act as much like the Twilight guy as possible, and you did what they asked.
It’s a mess. I wouldn’t call it terrible, but I would stop well short of calling it good. However, these subjective judgments ultimately mean nothing, because the film endears itself to me simply because it’s so willing to go so overboard in almost every aspect. It’s brash, supremely operatic, terribly overwrought, and easy to get absorbed into.