This movie isn't much of a story. It's more like an extended exercise, in the sense it's like watching someone do calisthenics. Looking at Maggie Grace do jumping jacks while Lewis Carroll's classic story does sit ups has a certain appeal, but it doesn't do the viewer much good. Malice in Wonderland is but the barest figment of a plot dancing around Alice, the White Rabbit, the Hatter, the Queen of Hearts and the Cheshire Cat as they're transposed into a world of seedy cabbies, street thugs, mobile whores and deus ex machina time travel. If you're a big fan of people giving the story their own tweak, you might like it. If you're looking for something that stands on its one, keep looking.
The film revolves around a billionaire's amnesiac daughter (Maggie Grace). She falls in with a time obsessed cab driver named Whitey (Danny Dyer). She's desperate to get back her memory, so she takes some pills from Whitey labeled "For Your Head". He's desperate to find a present for mob boss Harry Hunt (Nathaniel Parker). The girl and Whitey rush hither and yon while other characters pop up to and fro. Then the movie reveals a secret about the girl which makes both as much and as little sense as anything else.
Look. Malice in Wonderland is a flick where the Queen of Hearts is a gay guy and the Caterpillar is a white Rastafarian. Get it? That's pretty much the whole thing right there and if it tickles your fancy, you won't mind watching this. There's really nothing else going on here. The actors don't get a chance to do anything but vamp, the dialog is purposefully pointless and it all dissolves into magical realism at the end.
This isn't some kind of adaptation or version of Alice in Wonderland. I can only describe it as what goes on in the head of someone who reads the story for the first time after munching on some "magic mushrooms". It's fragmentary and flittering and flows over you like ebb tide. If this review seems like it's going nowhere, that's because Malice in Wonderland gives me nowhere to go. It may as well have been in claymation and acted out with marionettes.
Some motion pictures are so ghastly you want to get high after watching them in order to get the stink out of your brain. You should probably snort, inject or light up before viewing Malice in Wonderland. It might help and I can't imagine how it could hurt.
The film revolves around a billionaire's amnesiac daughter (Maggie Grace). She falls in with a time obsessed cab driver named Whitey (Danny Dyer). She's desperate to get back her memory, so she takes some pills from Whitey labeled "For Your Head". He's desperate to find a present for mob boss Harry Hunt (Nathaniel Parker). The girl and Whitey rush hither and yon while other characters pop up to and fro. Then the movie reveals a secret about the girl which makes both as much and as little sense as anything else.
Look. Malice in Wonderland is a flick where the Queen of Hearts is a gay guy and the Caterpillar is a white Rastafarian. Get it? That's pretty much the whole thing right there and if it tickles your fancy, you won't mind watching this. There's really nothing else going on here. The actors don't get a chance to do anything but vamp, the dialog is purposefully pointless and it all dissolves into magical realism at the end.
This isn't some kind of adaptation or version of Alice in Wonderland. I can only describe it as what goes on in the head of someone who reads the story for the first time after munching on some "magic mushrooms". It's fragmentary and flittering and flows over you like ebb tide. If this review seems like it's going nowhere, that's because Malice in Wonderland gives me nowhere to go. It may as well have been in claymation and acted out with marionettes.
Some motion pictures are so ghastly you want to get high after watching them in order to get the stink out of your brain. You should probably snort, inject or light up before viewing Malice in Wonderland. It might help and I can't imagine how it could hurt.