The great thing about Patrick Tatopoulos’s “Underworld: Rise of the Lycans” is that you really don’t need to pay attention. Sure, it’s complicated as logarithms, its dramatis personae a hodgepodge of vampires, werewolves and combinations thereof. But if you’re under fifteen you know all about it; over fifteen, you couldn’t care less.
Therefore, the latter should feel free to bring their needlepoint. There’s nothing like some lively crocheting while ghouls slice and dice each other in black-hearted content. And hey, here’s a chance to get a jump on those taxes…but a very, very little book light, please, and no calling your accountant/brother-in-law Manny on the Ameche.