Valerie (Amanda Seyfried) lives in a small village that has been terrorized by a murderous werewolf for years. Lucky for her, she has two suitors to protect her, though only one is her true love and supposed to be a secret. She also has her doting mother, father and grandmother (who gives her the red cloak) to care for her and keep her away from the ferocious canine. Wolf hunter Father Soloman (Gary Oldman) is summoned to help bring down the beast and asks the village the central question to the film: Who is the wolf?
If Director Catherine Hardwicke tried to make a film visually separate from Twilight, the effect was lost on me. Just like Twilight, numerous shots of the snowy mountain range where the story is located are pushed onto the screen from the very beginning (I think I counted five shots in the first 30 minutes) as if to say: Isn’t this such a great place for a movie? We get it. You like mountains. Can we please get back to the drawn out story?
As with all murder mysteries, suspects are around every corner and clues are given to help us try and figure it out. Unfortunately, too many hints were given. It seemed like every suspicious glance or quick camera movement was telling me that I should be paying attention to this or that character’s whereabouts or motive. It’s suspicion overkill. By the time I found out who it was, I didn’t care anymore.
There are some redeeming qualities in Red Riding Hood. I was never bored. There is always some action or plot point to keep my interest and the acting is of good quality. I wish I could say the same for other aspects of the film.