I saw Snow White and the Huntsman this weekend. Of course. It’s a fairy tale, after all.
I liked it, too.
In the film, I saw images that reminded me of many other films. No, not much reminded me of Disney. Thank goodness. While I love many Disney films, Snow White’s singing hurts my ears.
One review mentioned this new Snow White had a Lord of Rings moment. I suppose. I won’t argue.
What surprised me was when it reminded me–for only a few seconds–of Krull. Remember that? (Yes, I came of age in the eighties.)
Near the end, this new Snow White reminded me of Willow–and not because of the dwarves (which weren’t played by dwarves anyway).
Oh. And part of it reminded me of Princess Mononoke.
The movie, Snow White and the Huntsman is new, but Snow White is an old story. Seems fair to me. Countless stories have borrowed from fairy tales, why shouldn’t a new fairy tale borrow things back?
What influences a writer or a filmmaker anyway? Do they even fully know?
three arts in a tub,
and who do you think were there?
The writer, the painter, the modern filmmaker,
and all of them gone to the fair.
Perhaps they spend all their time at the fair to beg, borrow, and steal. Don’t you think so?
Why do you think fairy tales appear popular again? Just this evening I watched the final episode of the BBC’s new Sherlock. Moriarty plays his crime as a fairy tale complete with bread crumbs and an apple (Snow White, anyone? Anyone?). Not to mention those fairy tale based TV shows I keep hearing about (but have not watched, must confess).
Will fairy tales ever go away?
Why do I even write them (such as mine are)?
Do you have a favorite fairy tale? Which fairy tale should filmmakers re-imagine next?
Once upon a time there was a writer, and her Muse kept her locked in room because the writer had claimed she could spin words into gold. The Muse waited, taunting the writer with bright and pretty ideas.
One day an agent appeared before the writer and said, “If you can find the magic words I’m looking for in all the dross you’ve piled high around you, I’ll publish your writing and you’ll be free.” The writer knew in her heart this was a trick, but she was under a spell and had to do as she was told.
She’s locked away in that room still, writing and writing, waiting for a publisher to call her name.
“Aren’t we all?”