
All the princess problems — sound stages on fire, casting controversies, misbegotten social media posts and one of the lowest rated teasers since trailers have been tested — haven’t sullied the wishing well for Disney’s latest foray into Snow business. It seems even a woke White can re-awaken for a spell, featuring enchanted anti-Fascist fun for the whole family, extending the Mouse House’s cottage industry of adapting every piece of IP this side of Home on the Range and The Rescuers Down Under. Director Mark Webb’s long promised 2025 live action fairy tale film Disney’s Snow White (B-), delayed for, um … the pandemic? … or strike threats? … maybe, evolves the 1937 animated classic with a sometimes sophisticated screenplay by The Girl on a Train and Secretary erotic thriller scribe (a choice!) Erin Cressida Wilson and a bevy of Broadway talent. And magic mirror, mirror, it’s a musical by golly, with a rousing good versus evil story, a hopeful message and heroine and a few welcome surprises amidst the flurry of fussy but adorable deer and birds. Rachel Zegler is in full command of her luminous star power in the instantly iconic title role, warrior royalty incarnate with a gorgeous, heartfelt belt sensationally suited for Benj Pasek and Justin Paul’s catchy and contemporary original songs. Andrew Burnap is dashing and funny as a new love interest character bricked up for feisty forest fights and the occasional dulcet duet timed to choreographer Mandy Moore’s spry steps. And as the Evil Queen, Gal Gadot is gorgeous and campy AF while posing menacingly in costume guru Sandy Powell’s glam gowns and crowns, sporting Freddy Krueger talons and noshing on cracked crab leg snacks, even though she proves a poor unfortunate soul in the singing department. Webb bobs for apples thematically and tonally until emerging with sweet cinematic cider: for every high point group musical sequence, there’s also a dollop of the dubious: a witch disguise serving Reverend Kane from Poltergeist 2, an inert and unconvincing State of the Union style drawbridge speech and a blatant, inaccurate product plug for the bejeweled theme park roller coaster, to name a few. But even ho-hum is better than heigh-ho when the movie jump-scare reveals seven deadly sins: the what-the-duck-dynasty stop-motion septet of dwarf denizens mining and whining in a nearby uncanny valley. Zegler deserves a lifetime achievement award for singing, dancing and whistling while she works with these supporting hybrid CGI puppet monstrosities, hunkering like Hummels at the gates of hell with dad joke quips. Were there a digital dwarf-free edition of the film, this Disney musical joy-bomb would score more than its otherwise provisional recommendation. As live action Disney movies go, however, this one deserves an electrical light parade following the studio’s prolonged purgatory in a remake cringe festival. Out of Grimm, this film gets a few grins; and it ultimately scores the sweet central duo of Zigler and Burnap big wins.