RED RIDING HOOD

I read the script last year and found it an interesting mix of Little Red Riding Hood, Peter and the Wolf and The Wolfman. 

However, under Catherine Hardwicke's direction, the script limps along and never finds sure footing. 

The love triangle, handled so expertly in TWILIGHT, is weak here.  That's partly due to the casting of Shiloh Fernandez and Max Irons (neither performance stands out).  However, most of the blame must fall squarely on Hardwicke's shoulders.  Burning passion and forbidden desire should drip from the screen.  Instead, we're given a languid feel that seems only half-awake at times.

The horror isn't scary enough and the romance is lifeless and dull.

And just how do you waste Gary Oldman?  There aren't many actors better than holding the screen like Oldman yet he's never given a chance to shine.  You've got to give the man more close-ups if you want him to get the tension and emotions across.  He could've been the dramatic spark the film is crying out for.

Don't don't get me started on the werewolf talking.  Once that happens, the movie is over.  An audience should never roll their eyes while watching a film yet that's what happens time and again here.