Review: Snow White and the Huntsman
Let’s set aside my deep-seeded belief that Kristen Stewart can’t act 
out of a box. We’ll also put aside my girl-crush on Charlize Theron and the drool-worthly-ness of Chris Hemsworth in scruff.
I wanted to see this becaue of the darkness of the plot-no funny silly Julia Roberts here, but a dark fairytale worthy of the Grimm stories.
UGH! OK, sure, it’s a fairytale, but come on, people! I don’t care how hot Chris Hemsworth is in his huntsman gear, he’s a commoner and no princess can marry a commoner in that day and age (medieval times). None of them. No.
And what was the point of the duke? To show that Snow White is a modern gal and can choose her own destiny? Choose her own man?
Works perfectly in a modern story, even a modern retellling that takes place in a modern timeline. NOT in a supposed period piece. In fact, I applaud the choose-your-own-destiny stories, that’s what we’re all about, isn’t it!
But that is not what an historical movie is about. If the huntsman was really the duke (whose name escapes me) and something happened to him causing him to live in the woods then be in just the right place to rescue Snow White I could have accepted that.
And while I have little faith in Hollywood telling an historically accurate story, I’m highly disappointed that they so blatently flaunted what a woman in medieval times had to work with.
