So it’s this sexy fantasy film, that’s got all these veiled references to sex, with a sexpot lead actress, who pouts and stares a lot, sexily, and these two sexy guys fighting over her, one of whom may or may not be a sexy werewolf. And it’s not Twilight? Even though it’s got the same director. Framing everything in twisty angles and splashes of sexy colour. So, more like Twilight 2: Twi Harder?
It’s sort of difficult to avoid the inevitable comparison of Catherine Hardwicke’s latest paean to pubescent girls, Red Riding Hood, to the behemoth saga she started back in 2008. Both stories focus on one girl’s sexual magnetism over two beefcakes against the backdrop of daydream fancying and nightmarish monsters. Both films contain a female lead who deserves better material and veterans who frankly should know better. Both films will make you laugh, unintentionally. Frequently. And most tragically of all, both films mark another nail in the coffin of previously promising director.
