The dress code for this wedding is absolutely rad.
In the first Hotel Transylvania, Count Dracula’s refusal to conform to the cliches of vampire legend (“I don’t say ‘bleh, bleh, bleh’”) was a mantra for the whole movie, a fast-paced and joke-filled riff on monster mythos that, in its best moments, played like a self-contained Looney Tunes version of Abbott And Costello Meet Frankenstein.
After that mildly pleasant surprise, the sequel mostly abandoned the monster hotel conceit in favour of a lackadaisical venture into the human world and Drac’s vain attempt to coax fangs out of his half-human grandson.
