Often I wish more than anything... more
than life... that Hollywood would provide us with more movie musicals
than it currently does. We musical theatre lovers are lucky if we can
get one live-action song-and-dance film a year. Luckier yet if its a
good one.
It puts me in a situation as sticky as
pitch when it comes to evaluating the big screen adaptation of a
stage musical that I don't love nearly as much as the genre it
represents. The show in question is Sondheim & Lapine's Into
the Woods, translated into cinematic form by director Rob
Marshall (Chicago, Nine) and positioned as Disney's big
holiday season draw.
The original production which debuted
on Broadway in 1988 could best be described as a revisionist
fairytale: The paths of various familiar Grimm characters intersect
en route to their storybook endings as they venture through the
woods. Among them are Cinderella (Anna Kendrick), Jack of eventual
beanstalk infamy (Daniel Huttlestone), Red Riding Hood (Lilla
Crawford), a baker and his wife (James Corden and Emily Blunt), a
pair of vain if charming princes (Chris Pine and Billy Magnussen),
and a scheming witch (Meryl Streep).

