The fever dream of a contemporary British teenager turns into a fantasia on the werewolf theme, set in a sunless fairytale kingdom, vaguely 19th-century, with a bespectacled and bonneted Granny as guide to the dark mysteries. The whole show has something of the charged erotic atmosphere of Christina Rossetti's Goblin Market (as illustrated, perhaps, by Henri Rousseau), and it is really quite serious, even quite bookish -- not to suggest, however, that literary interests outweigh visual. The production -- sets, props, costumes, mechanical monsters, and all -- is a true feast, soon a surfeit, and altogether too much of the same thing, too many and unvaried a shade of brown, such that the several courses in the feast all seem to be mushroom-barley soup. And the story, or rather stories-within-the-story, are invariably uninvolving. With Sarah Patterson, Angela Lansbury, and David Warner; directed by Neil Jordan. (1984) — Duncan Shepherd
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