REVIEW
Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters 3D
Where: Cineplex Odeon Westshore, Empire Capitol 6, SilverCity Imax
Starring: Gemma Arterton, Jeremy Renner, Famke Janssen, Peter Stormare
Directed by: Tommy Wirkola
Parental advisory: 18A
1 1/2 stars
An R-rated horror action comedy fairytale — how’s that for genre bending?
Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters is more Gatling guns and grenades than The Brothers Grimm. It takes the kidnapped kiddies into adulthood, where they’ve parlayed their fame at cooking a witch’s goose into a business. Got a witch problem? Call H & G — the extermination experts.
High concept pitch or no, the movie doesn’t really work. They were shooting for sort of a witch-hunting Zombieland, an f-bomb-riddled Van Helsing packed with comical anachronisms — a Bavarian forest past with witch trials, pump shotguns and primitive tasers, where bottles of milk have woodcut pictures of “missing children” on the labels.
Hansel (Jeremy Renner) and Gretel (Gemma Arterton) show up just as the village of Augsburg is about to burn a redhead. “Gingers” were a favourite target of witch hunters. Hansel shrugs off this barbaric crime, but Gretel insists the locals need “evidence.” That puts them in conflict with the sheriff (Peter Stormare), who can’t get a handle on their “witch plague” and the missing children who come with it. H & G have been hired to do what he cannot.
It isn’t long after Hansel mutters “Any place we can get a drink in this hell hole?” that the siblings are on the job, chasing lesser witches in pursuit of the Great Witch, played by Famke Janssen as if the makeup is going to do all the acting for her.
And there may be trolls involved.
“Trolls are extra,” Hansel growls, always watching their bottom line.
Hansel and Gretel have a groupie (Thomas Mann), and they also land attention from the woman (Pihla Viitala) they saved from burning in the opening scene. She wants to repay the favour to Hansel, a repayment that involves skinny dipping. And when they’re on the clock, they have all manner of clever gear to help them battle the wand-wielders — pistols, rifles, a semi-automatic crossbow, the aforementioned taser (hand-cranked).
Writer-director Tommy Wirkola focuses on the fights, flinging all manner of viscera at the 3-D camera, as limbs are whacked off and heads and torsos explode. Less attention was paid to the story, and the dialogue is a tad over-reliant on the random f-word to land a laugh.
The cleverest touch? Hansel’s mania for candy-covered houses is what landed Hansel & Gretel in that witch’s clutches, all those years ago. Now, he carries an ancient hypodermic needle and takes injections to ward off insulin shock.
The moral of the fairytale? Lay off the candy or a witch’ll get you.
