Admirably attempting an adult approach to traditional fairy tale material, The Company of Wolves nevertheless represents an uneasy marriage between old-fashioned storytelling and contemporary screen explicitness.
Virtually the entire film is the dream of the gravely beautiful adolescent Sarah Patterson. Within her dream are other dreams and stories told by others, all of which gives director Neil Jordan, who penned the screenplay with story originator Angela Carter, free imaginative rein, but which also gives the tale a less than propulsive narrative.
Anton Furst’s elaborate forest settings, all created within studio-confines, are lovely. Jordan maneuvers well within them, even if Bryan Loftus’ lush lensing is sometimes so dark that a claustrophobic feeling sets in.