The film critics are wrong about Red Riding Hood. They say it's not worth seeing, because it's silly and unrealistic. Um ... yeah ... this is a werewolf movie. Once upon a time, werewolves and vampires were superstitions of Europeans with more exposure to dark woods than education. Bram Stoker made them literature, then Anne Rice creatively deemed them worthy of formal interview. We've been taking them ever more seriously ever since. (I'll admit Kate Beckinsale still has permission to suck my anything.)