Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters
Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters is, hands down, the most underappreciated film of the year. Unlike Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, it doesn’t take itself too seriously, letting it get away with Hansel’s diabetes, a steampunk arsenal, a one-note villain, a doofy troll named Edward and loads more. If you’re unable to enjoy this one, it’s simple – lighten up! Of course there was no insulin and tasers way back when and I doubt that generation used the F-bomb so freely, but it’s a movie, and a particularly extreme, hilarious and violent one at that. Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters isn’t meant to make you think; it’s designed to function as an escape via a vibrant, absurd spin on a pastime loaded with sassy, over-the-top one-liners, little to no logic, loads of different breeds of witches and two unrealistic but charming heroes to root for. “Proper” filmmaking or not, if you’ve got me cheering at the screening, grinning big and then walking out with a little extra adrenaline, you’ve done something right.