There comes a moment late in the film Snow White and the Huntsman, as Snow White (Kristen Stewart) is showing some actual passion in attempting to rally the last free troops in her kingdom to march against the evil queen (Charlize Theron) who murdered her father and usurped his throne. I was starting to get interested in spite of myself. After having been a fairly passive presence during the first three quarters of the film, Stewart finally let loose with some assertiveness, and the result was interesting. “Why couldn’t she have shown a tenth this much energy during any other part of the film?” I muttered to myself.
Then came the defining moment of the monologue. “Who will be my brother?” asks Snow White. Only she says it a little too emphatically. And the crowd around her is a little too quick and unified in their response. And the comment itself was a little too on-the-nose. Shakespeare already wrote the definitive speech of this type, and that sentence was simply too close to it. So much so, in fact, that immediately the words popped into my mind: “Saint Kristen’s Day speech.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed.
Don’t misunderstand me. There are quite a few merits to be found in Snow White and the Huntsman. The film is well-shot and well-animated, at times gorgeous. The costumes are rich and lush. Most of the actors give performances of good to excellent quality, especially Charlize Theron in an almost perfectly-judged scenery-chewing turn as the villain. But in the end, it’s not enough. What we have here is a film that never really seems to get a handle on its reason for existing. It wants to break away from the classic versions of “Snow White” that we all remember, but never totally manages to do so. Add in the mis-casting of Kristen Stewart as the titular princess, which is (I think) the real reason the film never manages to coalesce, and we get an assembly of some intriguing parts into a disappointing less-than-whole. (more…)