Long before Amanda Seyfried romanced with wolves, Neil Jordan drew on Angela Carter’s short stories for a deeper, darker dip into fairytales.
Dreamier, too: Jordan uses a girl’s (Sarah Patterson) feverish fantasies as the leap-off point for a puberty parable set in a village haunted by panting wolves.
Its bite is softened by the self-awareness of stories within stories, but the skin-tearing transformation scenes look suitably red in tooth’n’claw on BD, the settings brim with atmosphere and Angela Lansbury serves up her homily-dishing granny with beady-eyed relish.
Meaty commentary, too.
