Review: Guillermo del Toro follows in Dracula's footsteps in The Strain

The Boeing 777 arrives at JFK, but goes dark soon after touching down, and doesn't taxi to the arrival gate, or respond to worried queries from the tower. A baggage handler is sent to investigate, and reports that the window shades in the passenger cabin are all down, the lights in the cockpit off. Nobody reports, or at least puts on the record, the sense of something profoundly wrong, of evil, emanating from the aircraft. They suspect that (unfortunately) mundane explanation, terrorism. Or, perhaps, a viral outbreak. But once the emergency workers manage to get inside, where they find a packed plane filled with the corpses of international travelers who seem to have peacefully died in their seats ... once a coffin-shaped box lined with dirt is found in the cargo hold ... once autopsies reveal the passengers to have been drained of blood ... canny readers will be screaming at those authorities for their refusal to recognize the symptoms that became familiar with Dracula. (link)