A fabulous but uninteresting phantasmagoria about Little Red Riding Hood, a dense dark forest, and werewolves. The film, a bit like a dream, tells the story of a young girl, Rosalyn, who gets carried away by her grandmother's fairy tales in which there are wolves who turn into charming and menacing strangers. There is no storyline, which weakens the picture considerably; rather, it is a collection of different episodes from the girl's life, occurring in a small period of time and united by the theme of mysticism and magic.
The narration is uneven, the action constantly runs to the side, so I was regularly bored while watching it. Perhaps this is all due to the inexperience of the director, because this film is one of his first paintings. There is no integrity in it, no internal spring, twisting the plot. But it has colorful scenery and attractive fairy-tale motifs, and some moments (like the episode with beheading of one of the werewolves) just delighted me. It's a pity that there are only a couple of such memorable scenes, but for the rest, despite the fertile subject matter, the movie was wickedly soporific. The desire to stop watching it haunted me until the very end, but I bravely endured it. And I can say that not everyone will like this movie. And it's a pity, because there are very few pictures in this genre.