A few days ago saw the release of a trailer for a supposedly more terrifying and adult version of Little Red Riding Hood. In between my uncontrollable eye-rolling, the filming type looked familiar. Let me think... there was a random, pointless shot of a moon that turned red, the main character happened to be some girl that doesn't know how to act, the men were unusually pale, there were werewolves involved... Oh, wait—it's from the creators of Twilight!
Haven't the three two-hour torture sessions (or so-called films) been enough terrible acting and story lines to last us our lifetimes? I guess Hollywood thinks otherwise.