Disney’s Into The Woods is a retelling of a handful of classic fairy tales woven with a new overseeing plot that binds all of the stories into one larger plot. In each of the original fairy tales, the main character must go into the woods during a portion of the story so this new plot marries the stories while they are under the tree canopy. Red, of Little Red Riding Hood, was on a mission to see her grandmother. Jack, of Jack and the Beanstalk, was following the quickest route to a neighboring market to sell the family cow. These woods just so happen to also home the tower where Rapunzel is locked away and where Cinderella escapes the prince’s horsemen. Having all of these stories mingle around within a new plot where a couple longs to have a child. Of course, the couple coincidentally live next to the witch whom locked Rapunzel away and she tells them about the curse she put on their home. She offers to lift the curse if they collect some magical items, ones that we immediately recognize from the classic fairy tales. The couple sets off to collect a cow as white as milk from Jack, a cape as red as blood from Red, hair as yellow as corn from Rapunzel, and a slipper as pure as gold from Cinderella.
Although the movie was a let down, there certainly was a few moments when the plot was so exaggerated that you couldn’t help but laugh at the weirdness. After what felt like an eternity but was really only about midway through the movie, we each began the “can’t get comfortable, will this movie ever end” seat wiggle. You know the one…it starts with a shift of the legs then moves to repositioning your butt in the seat while repeatedly shifting your arms because your body is working on convincing you to get up and run away from the theater. That’s when it happens, your ears start to wander as you listen to the people around you. We heard a lot of yawns and interesting comments about how to movie is “boring”, “too slow”, “oh my, why don’t they stop singing.” Ok, maybe the last one was inside my head and not from another movie-goer but who’s to really know.