Here are the things I learned from “Hansel & Gretel:
Witch Hunters”. Good witches are pretty, nice, and will have sex with you in a
magical pond. Bad witches look like they’re into black metal, dress poorly, and
give you diabetes. So, if nothing else, you’ll walk away with a couple of
important life lessons under your belt. Those are the most important things to
know about “Hansel & Gretel”, and as you’ve probably gathered, it’s utterly
ridiculous. It’s also way more fun than an oft-delayed pseudo-horror film
buried in the end of January has any right to be.
When you consider that writer/director Tommy Wirkola is most
known for his Nazi-zombie-frozen-tundra horror flick “Dead Snow”, the ludicrous
nature makes a certain amount of sense. You don’t want to look for logic here,
and you’re better off not asking a lot of questions, you just might fall into a
deep dark hole from which there is no escape. This is a goofy B-movie, they
know it, and is best compared to a roller coaster. You climb on board, strap
in, and let it take you for a bloody, ridiculous ride.
You know the basics of the story. Hansel (Jeremy Renner) and
Gretel (Gemma Arterton) are siblings. Their parents abandon them in the
wilderness. They stumble upon a house made of candy. A witch lives in the
house. She fattens them up to eat them. They burn her. This encounter, much
like the movie, taught the pair two things. First, never walk into the house
made of candy (that’s the cause of Hansel’s diabetes—good thing they have no
problem procuring insulin injections on a regular basis), and when dealing with
a witch it’s best to set her ass on fire. Fast forward a few years, and the duo
have become celebrity witch hunters, travelling the countryside, kicking the
crap out of all types of witches—swamp witches, meadow witches, green-eyed
witches, you get the point.
One of the first things you’ll notice about “Hansel &
Gretel: Witch Hunters” is the olde timey German setting. You’ll also
immediately realize that little else about the movie matches the surroundings.
No one bothers to attempt period appropriate dialogue, and the script is
littered with profanity, modern turns of phrase, and you half expect there to
be a “Star Wars” or Kardashian reference. And then there are the weapons. Some
look like leftovers from “Van Helsing”—suped up crossbows and the like—but they
also make frequent use of repeating rifles, revolvers, machine guns, and hand
grenades. Yes, witch hunting hand grenades. Didn’t know that was a thing, did
you?
Renner’s Hansel is a reactionary hothead who pursues witches
with the fervor of a genocidal madman. He says things like, “If I had a face
like that, I’d be angry, too,” and “We hunt witches for a living, so what’s
normal?” His sister, on the other hand, has more of an even keel. Where her
brother barges in guns blazing (seriously, they have a Gatling gun!), she
actually requires some sort of proof before dispatching some poor sucker.
Luckily it’s pretty easy to spot a witch, they all look like witches. Except,
of course, the good witches, but you don’t want to kill them anyway. Remember,
they’ll have sex with you in a swimming hole. Of course, there has to be more
to the pair’s story than meets the eye, but not much.
While this description makes “Hansel & Gretel” sound
terrifically painful, the utter absurdity carries the day. There are some groan
inducing lines, and in the few—and I mean few—moments when
the movie pretends to be serious, the pace drops like a guy on LSD who thinks
he has wings. Fortunately there aren’t many of these instances. At it’s best,
“Witch Hunters” wallows in an almost “Army of Darkness” level of inspired
lunacy. The witch slayers have an overeager super fan/stalker, a troll friend
named Edward, and the scene where a man explodes in a tavern is priceless. Peter
Stormare and Famke Janssen chew every bit of scenery they come across—as a
d-bag sheriff and the evilest witch, respectively—Gretel bites off a guys nose,
and there’s even enough giddy blood splatter to almost make the 3D conversion
worth it.
You’ll laugh all the way through most of the movie, and when
your friends ask you about it the next day, your first response will be, “that
was fucking awesome.” Not a great movie by any stretch of the imagination—call
it a guilty pleasure if you must—but “Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters” is
the best kind of big, dumb, stupid fun. After all, the title is “Hansel & Gretel:
Witch Hunters”, what did you think you were walking into? This is about as much
fun as you’ll have at any movie in the month of January. If you can sneak a
flask into the theater, maybe some good German beer, it will only serve to enhance
your viewing experience.
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