Red Riding Hood. Hell, I thought Boll movies were hard to endure, and along comes this hormonal gem that deconstructs Little Red Riding Hood into something I still can't entirely wrap my head around. So, little Red Riding Hood is all grown up now, and she lusts for romance and intercourse. OK, got that. The very moment we enter werewolf wonderland, though, common sense seems to hurl itself out the window. And that's pretty early on, really. It totally destroys any value of the fairy tale whatsoever, and it does it in a pretty bad and mostly boring way. If this movie gets your juices flowing, you must be very furry or very desperate.
It's even worse than friendly, vegetarian vampires.