Branca como a neve

Great movie. First what I've said, after I finished watchig, was: "It's like a choleretic agent, but for a someone's soul".

Everybody knows the tale, and some writer have made wonderful work with it: Some innovative, some sweet, some captivating... This version has nothing to bring to us. There are formidable actors like Vincent Macaigne, Benoît Poelvoorde (this two reach are the only good work about the movie) and Isabelle Huppert (she couldn't do much I think since her role is without any emotion or extravagance), and the director fault in creating something. The only thing that kept me seeing the movie till the end is the actress Lou de Laâge, not for her work that was poorly executed (maybe because of the director, I don't know), but because of her naked (I'm a simple man) and to see if she had sex with all the "seven dwarves". It's not the best compliment we can do to an actress or a movie... She's beautiful but never expressed the "purity" that everyone talks about on the movie. The sex scenes are there without bringing any intensity or something new to the plot or characters. It could have so much passion, emotions, etc, but nothing there... This movie could be great on so many levels, it fails on everything unfortunately.

Really bad! I fell asleep for 30 minutes Nothing happens

A nice girl is jogging on a city bridge in daylight when a car stops in front of her & someone gets out & grabs her & stuffs her in their trunk. Dumb & not believable; furthering the far fetched she is driven to some mysterious remote area where she escapes & as always despite being a good runner while quickly escaping through remote woods the abductor still finds her & then confusingly & unexplained someone shoots the abductor & then somehow takes the escaped girl into a remote house where for some unexplained reason she suddenly wants to stay. Later, gets tossed over a cliff from a moving car, but ends up in a hospital with no marks & still perfect makeup. Dead or alive who cares!

Remembering the first runs of masterpieces from the likes of Cocteau, Buñuel, and Polanski, I welcome seeing their Surrealist tradition carried on. Perhaps younger audiences sense this film offending against wokeness somehow., and won't grant themselves permission to like it. (It does call to mind a famous 1995 porn version of Snow White.) This droll send-up does not disappoint at all.