Fairy tales are currently enjoying a revival (not that they ever really went away): last year gave us Into the Woods and Maleficent, this year we have a new Cinderella (unseen by me—yet), and 2013 saw the release of no less than three big-screen adaptations of “Snow White,” two of which I watched this past week.
Pablo Berger’s Blancanieves scored a number of European film awards but got relatively little traction from critics here in the U.S., perhaps because, coming as it did on the heels of The Artist, its premise seemed derivative. That’s a shame, because Blancanieves is not only a whole lot better than The Artist, it’s one of the best films of 2013, and one of the most interesting fairy tale adaptations I’ve seen. Set in 1920s Seville, it’s a silent-film pastiche in which Snow White, here called Carmen, is the plucky daughter of a once-legendary bullfighter. Her wicked stepmother (Maribel Verdu) is as vain as she is sadistic: she torments Carmen by cooking her pet rooster and feeding it to her for dinner. In the second half of the film the teenage Carmen is adopted by a troupe of rodeo clowns and eventually gets the opportunity to step into the ring herself. Blancanieves manages to capture both the Gothic horror and the Oedipal tensions of the original Brothers Grimm tale, and Berger manages the tone of the film carefully, balancing high melodrama with moments of light humor.
Tarsem Singh’s Mirror Mirror is slightly less successful at revamping the “Snow White” story. It appears to hew more closely to the original story than Blancanieves: its lush sets and whimsical costumes are straight of a storybook, albeit one illustrated by a Surrealist. But the liberties Singh takes with the story are significant and not always inspired. This Snow (Lily Collins) teams up with her prince early on, and, with the help of the seven dwarfs, plays offense rather than defense against the wicked queen (coolly played here by Julia Roberts), who barely even gets a chance to try out her poisoned apple. In its attempt to inject some “girl power” into the story, the film occasionally feels calculated and pandering. The special effects are also vaguely oppressive. It’s remarkable, though, how durable this story is. Even when Singh’s stylistic choices get in the way, the sheer power of the source material remains undeniable.
Having grown up with Shelley Duvall’s Faerie Tale Theatre on VHS, I’m also partial to director Peter Medak’s 1984 interpretation starring Elizabeth McGovern as the princess, Vanessa Redgrave as the haughty queen, and Vincent Price in a delicious cameo as her Magic Mirror. It has a lovely, poetic tone, and McGovern makes a sensitive and thoughtful heroine.