It is rare that a film spends such a large chunk of its running time basically admonishing its own existence. Yet Wes Craven's return to the world of Scream is not only a relatively unnecessary franchise revival, it wears its uselessness on its sleeve.
This week, the New York Times goes behind a paywall. Good riddance. The section that will be least missed is the book review, which presents, week after week, calculated affronts to literary taste and value.
Red Riding Hood is not what I would call a 'good' movie, but it is an entertaining genre entry. It has an occasionally gripping narrative and a terrifically fun Gary Oldman performance that takes over much of the picture right when it needs an extra jolt.