Shannon and I went to see The Brothers Grimm together on Saturday. Neither of us was very impressed.

I went into the movie, having only seen the canned trailer.

In a lot of ways, the movie reminds me of when I saw Van Helsing. Van Helsing was really a tribute movie in a way: it took all the best bits from all the best classic horror flicks, weaved them into a vaguely cohesive plotline and had fun with them.

The Brothers Grimm takes dozens of childrens fairy tales and … Well, just twists them. Freakishly, badly, oddly, and never in a good way. Rapunzel is actually an evil witch. The Gingerbread Man is actually a blob of goo that swallows a boy and then runs away. Jack and the Beanstalk is … Jake and a bunch of beans that never do anything, and his sister dies as a result.

There weren’t many laughs, the plot was totally disjointed, the acting was 10x over the top (which is to be expected). Overall, this isn’t a tribute film. It’s just a mockery and twisting of childrens fairy tales.

It was sad. It could have been fun and entertaining at least to the degree Van Helsing was. Instead, it was just a flop.