Red: Werewolf Hunter - Just Another Bodice-Ripper

Movie: Red: Werewolf Hunter

My Rating: 2 stars

Oh boy.  This movie is a doozie.  And, that made me kinda sad, because I really enjoy clever retellings of classic tales, and I love Felicia Day.  But, this modernization of the old Little Red Riding Hood story was far from clever.  In fact, the writing was reminiscent of a trashy, romance novel, and the production value made the movie feel like daytime television.  I guess some people are looking for a nice, lowbrow, supernatural romance.  But, I was really looking for something a little higher in quality—like Alice, or Tin Man.  Those shows were great.

This film reimagines Red as a member of an old werewolf hunting clan.  They’re a tough lot, living out on an isolated country estate.  And, they’re all real vigilante types—really knowing their way around a few stakes and silver bullets.  These fearless hunters have been doing a pretty competent job of keeping the area clear of those pesky wolves.  But, all that changes when Red brings home her boyfriend Nathan from the police academy.  This family is very secretive, and they don’t take to kindly to outsiders.  Emotional ties like that have a tricky way of compromising delicate missions.  And, this new relationship is no exception.  Not only is he getting in the way of the mission, but this bumbling boyfriend even has the misfortune of getting bitten by one of the werewolves, so now the family has to decide what they’re going to do with him. Should they just off him, or should they take the time to dig up their old family werewolf cure?  And, is this guy really husband material in the first place?  What a mess!

This movie is as cheesy as they come.  You may still want to watch it if you’re as big a fan of Felicia Day as I am.  That’s pretty much the only reason I picked the movie up in the first place.  But if not, I’d really advise you to skip this one.  Believe me when I tell you that it’s really more of a poorly-written bodice ripper than a fairy tale or supernatural thriller.  And, I don’t really have a stomach for that kind of drivel.  So, steer clear.