An alternate title for Red Riding Hood might have been “Catherine Hardwicke’s Revenge”: This might have been the director’s chance to restake her claim on the territory of steamy teen fairytales, after New Moon, the sequel to Hardwicke’s enormously successful (and, for my money, effective) Twilight , was removed from her plate and given to Chris Weitz. Red Riding Hood certainly reads like a faux Twilight, only this time a werewolf, not a vampire, is the stand-in for the terrifying unknowability of sex. There’s no reason that little tweak shouldn’t work. One set of fangs is as good as another, right?
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REVIEW: Curse of the Werewolf Haunts Red Riding Hood — Or Is It Just ‘The Curse’?
