The Death of Snow White

A gory Disney reboot, here we go again. I stumbled upon this one by chance, drawn by the promise of a fairly professional production and an apparent 18+ rating that suggested something wild. Of course, the rating is wildly exaggerated, though the film does deliver a fair share of brutal, organ-heavy scenes.

The Death of Snow White sticks closely to the classic Disney tale, with all the key moments: the beauty-obsessed queen, the dark forest, the dwarves, the witch transformation, etc. It's well-paced, entertaining, and generous with its gruesome sequences. That said, there's a deeply cheesy vibe that sometimes kills the fun, though it's not unexpected. The fleeting attempts at humor consistently fall flat, feeling like the film is trying to appeal to kids between gory scenes, which is always awkward and out of place. Many secondary characters, like the Grimm brothers, are pointless, existing only to deliver heavy-handed, disposable jokes. Some fight scenes are choreographed with zero finesse, betraying an obvious lack of budget. You can feel a frustrating gap between the film's ambitions and its resources.

The big strength here is the gore. The creators serve up a relentless festival of effects, ranging from mildly unhinged to generally well-executed for a production like this. From the queen's macabre whims-using her maids as literal organ dispensers-to graphic fight sequences, there's plenty to sink your teeth into, including tooth-pulling, eyelid-stitching, decapitations, a woman torn apart by creatures, and heads smashed with hammers, with splatter effects that would make Ittenbach's Beyond the Limits proud. The medieval setting enhances it all. Some horror scenes are genuinely strong, from the forest monster attack to the mirror demons and the queen's grim fate in the epilogue. The film gets better as it goes, shedding much of its initial kitschy, almost parodic tone.

Disney horror adaptations are always flawed but never dull. The raw, crimson energy of this one is thrilling, despite some problematic nonsense. Looking forward to the next one, flaws and all.

Real Fiction Studios has struck gold-or perhaps spilled blood-with their daring new horror masterpiece, The Death of Snow White. This isn't your childhood fairytale anymore; it's a chilling, visually arresting reimagining that blends folklore with horror. The cinematography is exceptional, using shadow and light to amplify tension while giving the forest setting an otherworldly, menacing beauty. The sound design is equally impressive, with a spine-tingling dramatic score. The actors are wonderful! I was so happy to see both inclusive and appropriate casting! In case you were wondering, both the humans and animals are real! Snow White is adorable yet strong, and the Evil Queen steals the show, a terrifying figure with emotional depth that elevates the horror beyond cheap scares. The Death of Snow White it's horror with heart and brains. I entirely forgot I was watching a horror movie, let alone an independent film!

Man, this picture moves-a fever-dream fairytale barreling through the woods in a chariot made of VHS tape and heavy metal fog, lit by the flickering torchlight of pure pulp passion. The Death of Snow White ain't just another backyard fantasy flick trying to fake its way into cult status. No, this one earns it. Earns it with grit, charm, and a wild sincerity that cuts through the cynicism like a broadsword through bone.

Could've sworn this was a lost Cannon Films relic-some long-buried warrior tale found on a Betamax in a pawn shop off the Jersey Turnpike. It's got that Sword and the Sorcerer energy, baby: sweaty, sword-swinging, spell-casting glory-but polished in a way that belies its indie roots. Looks like twice the money got spent and three times the heart.

The sound design rips. The humor lands. The action works, in that way where you feel the boots hit the dirt and the sweat sting the eyes. The acting? Rock solid, every single soul dialed in and playing it straight-like they believe in this twisted fairy tale world, and by god, you believe it too.

It's not just good-for-an-indie. It's good, period. One of those rare, no-bullshit reminders that indie film still has teeth-sharp ones. Makes you wanna go home and sharpen your own.

Highly recommend. And whatever these maniacs do next? I'm there for it.

In a year flooded with high-budget remakes and safe studio offerings, The Death of Snow White emerges like a blood-soaked dagger in a field of plastic swords. Written, directed, and produced by Jason Brooks, known to horror fans as the terrifyingly physical Jason Voorhees in Friday the 13th: Bloodlines. This $1.2 million indie horror reimagining of the classic fairy tale isn't just bold... it's brutal. And more importantly, it's good.

Unlike Disney's own lifeless live-action attempt, Brooks doesn't hold back. The Death of Snow White takes the bones of the original tale and reanimates them with twisted intent. We follow Snow White (played with grit and vulnerability by Sanae Loutsis) not through a magical woodland filled with animals and dwarfs whistling while they work-but into a nightmare realm of gnarled trees, blood magic, and a pack of deranged, vengeful dwarves who make the seven from your childhood look like Teletubbies in comparison.

And while I'm not typically a fan of fantasy (ask me about The Lord of the Rings and I'll tell you once was enough), this film doesn't feel like a fantasy in the traditional sense. It's horror first, dark fantasy second... an eerie, dirt under the nails kind of experience where the forest feels alive and the danger is always one breath away.

The standout here, though, is Chelsea Edmundson as the Evil Queen. Obsession with beauty has always been the core of the character, but this version takes it to a chilling extreme. Edmundson sinks her teeth into the role, creating a villain who is captivating, terrifying, and disturbingly real. Her scenes pulse with menace, and her descent into madness and vanity fueled cruelty is the film's black heart. This might just be the best version of the Evil Queen we've ever seen on screen.

What's most impressive, though, is how much Brooks pulls off with so little. For a mere $1.2 million budget, this film delivers on atmosphere, gore, and world-building in a way that makes Disney's $240 million effort look like a bloated costume party. It's proof that vision and tone matter more than pixels and polish.

The Death of Snow White is a dark fairy tale done right, bold, bloody, and refreshingly unafraid to push boundaries. Even if you don't typically enjoy fantasy, the horror elements, strong performances, and razor-sharp direction make this one worth your time. Jason Brooks has crafted something twisted and special, and Chelsea Edmundson's Evil Queen is one for the horror hall of fame.

So I'd like to start by saying that I could not finish this movie. This happen almost never and I cannot remember the last time that I did.

The photography is not so bad, special effects (both CGI and practical) are also quite good.

But the acting.... It is so bad, it's not even funny. And the realisation look as it was made by a student. As explaining what not to do in acting and realisation, perfect movie. But as a Movie in itself, hard pass.