After watching Into The Woods, Rob Marshall’s adaptation of Stephen
Sondheim and James Lapine’s 1987 musical, it seems to me that ‘The Woods’
aren’t so much a place, but rather a state of mind. A place of suspended
disbelief, where stories are mixed up and characters wander in and out of
narratives as they please.
By default, some people will gel with this quite happily, where others
won’t. It’s worth remembering that, despite the variety of upside-down,
what-happened-next fairytales available for our viewing pleasure, Into the
Woods was very much a forerunner back in the day.
But back to the film. The ‘Prologue’, introduces us to James Corden’s baker and his wife
(Emily Blunt) a childless couple, who are one day visited by a witch (Meryl
Streep) who claims responsibility for the curse on their house which has
rendered them childless all these years. They are set the challenge of
retrieving certain magical items (you can probably hazard a guess) by the next
blue moon in three days’ time in order for the curse to be lifted. Along the
way, they meet some familiar fairy-tale faces, albeit with a twist each time,
from an indecisive Cinderella (Anna Kendrick), to an arrogant, slightly sinister
Prince Charming (Chris Pine), to an emotional Rapunzel (Mackenzie Mauzy) via
Jack (Daniel Huttlestone) of beanstalk fame, whose best friend is a cow.
Personally I’d be hard pushed not to enjoy something Sondheim has had
even the smallest involvement in, as the many questionable performances of
‘Being Alive’ I’ve watched on youtube is a testament to, but arguably as strong
a draw with this production is the all-star cast. And that proved a worthy
notion, although not entirely in the way you would expect. Most of the
pre-release hype has been focused almost entirely on Meryl Streep, calling to
mind that highly appropriate Tina Fey and Amy Poehler Golden Globes joke ‘Meryl
Streep can’t be here tonight… She has the flu – and I hear she’s amazing in it’.
And amazing indeed she is, veering between cackling, spell-casting and
flashing her disturbingly long nails –all your traditional witchy activities –
and genuine, heart-felt laments at the loss of her beauty and youth. Oh and her
magic beans, of course. She’s quite keen on them. Her performance of the
powerful ‘Last Midnight’, a typically complex Sondheim number full of quirky
rhymes (see ‘witch’ and ‘hitch’, ‘hunch’ and ‘bunch’) and neat summaries of
just about everyone else in the plot along the way, is particularly
awe-inspiring.
But I’d be willing to bet that it is Emily Blunt’s performance audiences
are still talking about on the bus home. She plays the childless baker’s wife
with vulnerability, warmth and vitality, all whilst cracking out a singing
voice I certainly had no idea she possessed, providing some really gorgeous
harmonies in the group numbers in particular.
And it’s not just Blunt who takes us by surprise. Chris Pine’s
performance of the out-loud ego-trip ‘Agony’ alongside Rapunzel’s Prince Billy
Magnussen was an unexpected triumph (‘Agony! Far more painful than yours, when
you know she would go with you, if there only were doors’), as were almost all
songs performed by the younger actors - Lilla Crawford as Little Red Riding
Hood and Les Miserables’ Daniel
Huttlestone as Jack. Film viewers know Anna Kendrick has a lovely voice through
Pitch Perfect, but it’s great to see
her stretching her cinematic comfort zone a bit here, and using those Tony
nominated Broadway vocal chords to full effect.
You can also play an excellent game of ‘spot the character actor’ in Act
II, if Johnny Depp (who else?)’s performance as the infamous big bad wolf
wasn’t enough for you.
Marshall has played a sensible game here in striking for the fun, playful
angle in Into The Woods, rather than
overly focusing on the themes of storytelling or the innate darkness in
children’s stories – Cinderella’s ugly sisters cutting off parts of their feet
in order to fit the slipper, anyone? The darker scenes are there, granted, but
they never feel like the main focus.
This is by no means a perfect film, you do get the slight sense at times that there's a little something missing, but you can't quite put your finger on what.
This is by no means a perfect film, you do get the slight sense at times that there's a little something missing, but you can't quite put your finger on what.
With that in mind, if you enter the woods looking for a good time, you
won’t stray far from the path.
★★★★
Jen
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