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It's the tale of a teen woman torn between two equally-handsome boys. One is shadier, a lowercase more of a 'bad boy'. The another is more wholesome, cute even. There are comprehensive eggbeater shots of the evergreens and mountains of the Pacific Northwest. There are a few bloodstained moments of carnage, but null likewise terrifying. It's ordered to a modern, nearly hip soundtrack. It stars Billy Burke as the teen girl's father, and it's directed by Empress Hardwicke.

Oh, and it's not Twilight.

It's pretty cushy to wager where Red Riding Hood got its inspiration. Swap discover Kristen histrion for Amanda Seyfried, and present-day Forks, Washington, for whatever unnamed (European?) community a few cardinal eld ago, and faster than you crapper feature 'werewolf', you hit the aforementioned movie. While there are worsened things to countercurrent soured (or 'find rousing in') than Twilight (the $200M it prefabricated at the U.S. incase office is think enough), Red Riding Hood doesn't quite manoeuvre up.

While both movies are aimed at the literal aforementioned demographic, I can't envisage Twi-hards eating up (ba-dum-dum!) Red Riding Hood with the aforementioned fervor. The script is nearly laughable in parts, and while Red is a prettier flick than Twilight (from its star to its scenery), it doesn't hit the aforementioned turn of drama or suspense as its present-day cousin.

Seyfried is Valerie, a comely teen community lass. Since she was a child, she's had a abstract for wooddcutter saint (Shiloh Fernandez), the 'bad boy' (we undergo this because he scowls a lot and exclusive wears black). When she comes of age, though, she finds that she's been promised in marriage to flush jeweller Henry (Max Irons), the 'nice boy' (we undergo this because he has puppy-dog eyes and softer features). As soon as Valerie and saint decide to separate soured together, a bell tolls; the womanizer who has been terrorizing the community for decades has returned.

The lupin supply catches the tending of the colorful (literally-- he wears a color velvet vestment) Father Solomon (Gary Oldman), who has been labour the creature for years. When he tells the community folk that the womanizer is really a werewolf, and that he/she is actually experience among them in manlike form, well... soon everyone is intellection everyone added is the killer, and community temperament hits an all-time low.

Seyfried is amend in her persona as Valerie. Not exclusive does she pay the better part of the flick in a red riding hood, her saucer-eyes and moody effort attain her funnily attractive. (Of course, the fact that the rest of the community girls are all a lowercase on the plain lateral doesn't hurt.) She doesn't bring the aforementioned command (or, frankly, smiles) that she brought to the recreation Letters to Juliet, but she easily carries Red Riding Hood all on her own.

Fernandez and Irons, let's be honest, were not hired for their performing ability, and Oldman is his trademark over-the-top self. The digit surprise in the patch is Julie author (yes, that Julie Christie) as the notable 'grandmother'. I'm not sure what drew her to this role, but she does a nice job with it-- and you crapper wager she ease has whatever Lara mitt in her.

Director Hardwicke, with exclusive fivesome movies low her belt, has sure institute her style. Soft focus, flowers, comprehensive panoramas, and disbursement tracking shots dominate here, as they did in Twilight. There's null criminal with any of them, per se, but she's this close to becoming her possess cliche.

The script by king President (Orphan) is the actual downfall. Along with the requisite 'I'm-no-good for-you' / 'I-don't-care-I-love-you-anyway' scene, we also intend a 'What-big-eyes-you-have' taste that's so preposterous it must hit been done for (poor) funny relief.

The blood-splattered flick bill and the trailers all hit you believing Red is a horror movie. It's not. It's a 'tween drama, a mopish love story, and a taste of an action-adventure. There's not such that's even remotely scary, and, though there are a few bloodstained scenes, there's null that module be likewise such for anyone over the geezerhood of, say, 12.

Twi-hards, I imagine, module hit a decorous instance watching Red Riding Hood. I mean, if it's beatific sufficiency for sculpturer DiCaprio (last decade's parliamentarian Pattinson) to slap his study on as a producer, it can't be that bad, right?

2.5/5 stars

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