The very definition of "pretty but empty."
Here's a short one.
Despite
my love of all things werewolf, it's an undeniable fact that genuinely
good movies featuring said creatures are few and far between. 2011's RED RIDING HOOD
is a pretty-looking trifle that sells itself as an allegedly "dark"
version of the familiar fairytale, but all we get is yet another
PG-13-rated bloodless, horror-less post-TWILIGHT tamponathon that
doesn't seem to know for whom it was made to appeal to. The generically
beautiful characters are all bland and of no interest whatsoever, and
the werewolf looks like a bad CGI rod puppet. About the only interesting
thing in the film is a miscast Gary Oldman, who is obviously fully
aware of what a turd he's stuck in, so he has fun with it and
shamelessly overacts as witch hunter Father Solomon, providing the film
with its only moments of life.
Presumably
aimed at the tweener girl audience that made hits of of TITANIC and the
TWILIGHT adaptations, this mess was directed by the helmer of the first
TWILIGHT film, and while it's better than that affront to all that is right in the known universe, Red Riding Hood is best avoided altogether. Girls deserve far better than this.
Promo poster for the theatrical release.
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