I’m not totally sure where to start with this. Is it a book-to-movie, movie-to-book? Eh, I don’t think that it really matters. Either way, they both pretty much suck. (See my review of Red Riding Hood by Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Catherine Hardwicke). I really wanted to love the book. I really wanted to love the movie.
As a literal translation, the book was spot on (if my research serves me right, the book was written from the manuscript for the movie). I prefer when liberties are not taken with the storyline. Maybe, on one side or the other, someone should have taken some major liberties with this hot mess.
It came across as very…well, Twilightish…immature and underdeveloped. Then I searched Google images for a movie poster, and, low-and-behold, the top of the poster reads “From the Director of Twilight.” That explains A LOT. Wasn’t one horrible movie enough?
Red Riding Hood (movie) was a thing of cinematic beauty. Until the actors spoke, or the wolf appeared. At best, it’s a B- movie but really closer to a C+. Campy, corny, not well thought out, low-budget. Cheap. It left me thankful that we rented it from the Redbox and didn’t pay movie theater prices to see it.