The bad news is Kristen Stewart, whose performance seems transplanted from the Twilight films since she spends so much of both looking either bewildered or angst-ridden with the weight of the world on her shoulders when she isn't running for her life.
To my surprise, I left the theater completely uninterested in fair Snow, and fascinated with the Wicked Queen and what the character's contemporary reincarnation was saying about how women think about the aging process now.
Hollywood is finally making an effort to give women and their stories the blockbuster treatment. In doing so, the film industry is hearkening back to what was once a strength of classic Hollywood: the blockbuster women's film.
Theron's Mavis is the classic narcissist: cut off from objective reality, lacking any concern for other people, insecure in private but willing in public to ride roughshod over anyone and everything in order to gratify her whims.