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Posted: 02/22/08by Rick Villalobos |
The Spiderwick Chronicles is Hollywood's new attempt to woo. Yes, you - the reluctant spectator and fan of fairy tales and fantasy epics that were first read in books a long time ago. It was a time of magic, an era fabricated by the evil doers at the Walt Disney Company, who brought to life a termite infested boy, a narcoleptic beauty, and seven lonely dwarfs that didn't fool anybody. Sadly, that magic is gone and replaced by a greater force a film graduate with an unnourished imagination and an advanced knowledge in hydroponics. Lock the neophyte in a room with the latest CGI technology and wait for the pungent smoke to lurch from underneath the doorway. Ah yes, the pothead's smoke signal, a clear sign that a film worthy of any psychedelic fit or convulsion is being made.
Twins Jared and Simon Grace and their sister Mallory move into an old estate. A place abandoned eighty years ago by their great uncle Arthur Spiderwick, an unruly man with a great secret. Sealed in a wooden chest, is a book, containing the truth about a world inhabitant by fairies and goblins. It is this manuscript that the evil Mulgarath, an ogre with an appetite for power, will stop at nothing to obtain. Jared, Simon and Grace are now left with a terrible burden - to protect the book from falling into the wrong hands.
Rick Villalobos is a writer and film critic in Chicago.
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