Normally you know you have a bad film on your hands twenty minutes in. Hoodwinked did it in two. We kick off with the fateful meeting of Red Riding Hood and the Wolf in her Grannys cabin. What big teeth and all that. There the film diverges from the story you know, throwing out jokes about restraining orders. Oh God... this isnt... it cant be... is this meant to be a *gulp* post-modern fairy tale? Little Red Riding Hood as imagined by Quentin Tarantino (or rather someone who saw Reservoir Dogs a couple of years ago and can just about remember the plot; Mr Black, amiright?), Hoodwinked tries to do a Shrek but doesnt have the commitment or the characters to pull it off, instead ending up with something too juvenile for adults but too convoluted for kids. This is the cinematic equivalent of someone who thinks theyre kooky for liking Disney. Theres absolutely nothing wrong with liking some of the greatest animations of all time, but there is in thinking its a defining personality trait. Likewise, theres nothing wrong with joking Red Riding Hoods Granny is an adrenaline junkie, but there is in thinking youre a genius for coming up with it.