Despite our deploration of television, my immediate family falls for the occasional movie. This weekend, as part of our zany celebration of my mom’s birthday, Hoodwinked took the cake.
The film’s explanation of what really happened in the Little Red Riding Hood tale develops profound adult themes–that everyone experiences and interprets vastly differently even incidents held in common and that making assumptions about even the people closest to us can be blind misthought–and is dressed in a delightfully witty potpourri of action, both blasting and melancholy music, and characters.
The movie’s worth a take–and so, perhaps, is the mesmerized audience.

2 Comments
Anonymous
that woman holding the baby is 60? you must be kidding. I guess 60 is the new 40.
Anonymous
Yeah, it’s because she’s wearing her sister’s slithery flippy red top.