Every bit the shitshow its title suggests.
DIRECTED BY TOMMY WIRKOLA
Big-budget stinkers based on back-of-the-bar-napkin screenplays are nothing new. But Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters has to be the first time a script has been greenlit after being discovered on a greasy serviette discarded behind a food stall at a renaissance fair. Just when you thought Tinseltown’s creative bankruptcy had reached rock-bottom, along comes this steaming pile of cinematic dung, passing itself off as an R-rated, steampunk sequel to the Grimm Brothers’ fairytale. Hollywood’s compulsion to cannibalize any and all remotely popular cultural properties has reached a dispiriting new nadir.