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Red Riding Hood

I’m not proud of this. I’m not sure Gary Oldman should be proud of this either. On this very night that my wife went to see Gary Oldman in Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, I sat in a sorry old Courtyard by Marriott about 600 miles away and watched Red Riding Hood on the free hotel HBO.

It actually didn’t end up being that bad. I couldn’t really stop watching it once it got going. It was kind of suspenseful. It actually reminded me of that M. Night Shyamalan movie The Village. It had the same sort of suspense with a twist.

** PLOT KILLERS FOLLOW **

Let’s face it, Red Riding Hood probably targets mostly teenage girls. I’m betting the nice tidy ending satisfied that group, even though grandma dies.

Certain feelings of self-loathing have entered the picture at this point; I watched this movie while my wife and a friend saw an intelligent British spy thriller with academy award aspirations. No good can come of me continuing to write any more, but I’m committed to documenting even gratuitous, non-sports TV watching.

I’m out.