Kristen is slowly but surely learning how to act! At 22 years of age and massive ROBSTEN and TWIHARD fandom support, she sure has long waaaay to go!!! She's laughing during her dance sequel with the dwarf! How awesome!
By Miami New Times Staff
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If ever there were a perfect example of pure, fresh, classical simplicity unnecessarily trodden under with complications, it is Snow White and the Huntsman.
Had it trusted to the native charm of its cast and the sensory seduction of its often-astonishing images to humbly, naively retell its story, this Snow White might have been something special. Instead, it's defined by an overall bagginess that betrays a lack of any abiding authorial pattern. Commercial director Rupert Sanders is credited with his first feature here, but producer Joe Roth's is the name above the title, and the rampant, pricey production design is given such star treatment that it's almost awkward when the actors butt in.
Things start off at a fleet pace, as opening exposition tells of the immaculate royal birth of Snow White, her mother's death, and the seduction of her father and conquest of his kingdom by mantis-like adventuress Queen Ravenna (Charlize Theron), who marries her way to the throne and then drives the king's threateningly fair daughter, grown-into Kristen Stewart, into exile. An unruly subject, huntsman Eric (Thor's Chris Hemsworth) is sent into the Dark Forest to finish her off, while Prince William (Sam Claflin), who remembers the princess from her girlhood, likewise sets on her trail. Both are duly ensorcelled by Snow's charms, as are seven digitally dwarfed character actors (Toby Jones? Bob Hoskins? Ray Winstone?), whose appearance is basically a distracting game of "Oh, that's who that is!"
This past spring's competing Snow White film, Tarsem Singh's Mirror, Mirror, played the Brothers Grimm as camp, turning the evil queen, played by Julia Roberts, into a stock-comic character: the vain, aging diva, dictator of a royal court that was a tacky mishmash of opulent styles. Snow White and the Huntsman is a far graver treatment of the material. Theron's evil queen is an apparent relation of Countess Elizabeth Báthory, the Hungarian noblewoman who, according to legend, bathed in the blood of virgin girls to retain her youth. The setting is a palpably lived-in late-medieval universe of scrofulous peasantry and pervasive under-the-fingernails murk and mire, where everything on-screen has a conceivable use and looks used. The same detail applies to the fantasy aspects of Snow's world: The Dark Forest, a writhing tangle veined with bare-limbed branches, is alive with all things that slither and skitter, while a dulcet, flower-carpeted Eden called the Sanctuary is as vividly imagined.
Around the same age they're usually hearing fairy tales for the first time, children have a tendency to compulsively ask why questions: Why wasn't Sleeping Beauty warned about the spindles? Why does the woodcutter let Hansel and Gretel's stepmother push him around? The script for Snow White seems to anticipate this sort of grilling and provides answers in spades.
The result is a film that's considerably longer than it needs be, in which the evocative eloquence of storybook pictures is consistently garbled by the need to overexplain and psychoanalyze. The huntsman, we learn, was driven to drink by his wife's death. The evil queen was warped by the misuse of fickle men and by a mother who taught her that beauty was her only attribute. In the final confrontation between Snow and her stepmother, we even get a hint of Electra complex rivalry ("Come and avenge your father, who was too weak to raise his sword" — a subtext of ye royal impotence?). Amid all the film's visual ornamentation, there's no sense of narrative priority — the filmmakers can't see the Dark Forest for the trees.
Among Snow White's extraneous and diluting elements is a vague romantic rivalry between the brawny huntsman and dashing prince, which seems to have been more thoroughly considered from a marketing perspective than from a dramatic one — for it is proven box office to place Twilight's Stewart at the apex of a love triangle with a beefcake and a lithe, aristocratic pretty boy.
Giving a fiery call-to-arms speech to a mass of assembled troops in a third act that essentially transforms her into Joan of Arc, Stewart is miles outside her range, but she remains a great existential screen presence. A number of "supercuts" floating around YouTube mockingly catalogue Stewart's mannerisms — the sideways glances, the lip gnashed with the Chiclet overbite — but the compilers fail to recognize that many of our finest classical film actors have made brilliant careers from a single, essential expression. If only this Snow White had Stewart's capacity to just be itself — or at least to know what it is.
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