For a moment, “Maleficent: Mistress of Evil” seems poised to turn into a wonderful take on “Father of the Bride” only with fangs and wings.
Princess Aurora (Elle Fanning), the beauty who escaped the curse of sleep, merrily accepts the proposal of Prince Phillip (Harris Dickinson), a marriage that could unite the fairy and human worlds. Aurora cautiously asks if Maleficent (Angelina Jolie), her now-redeemed fairy godmother, might go with her to meet the parents: Queen Ingrith (Michelle Pfeiffer) and King John (Robert Lindsay). It’s so much fun watching Maleficent prepare for the meeting by practicing such basic cordialities as smiling and small talk that it’s hard not to wish the movie sees the fearsome sorceress through the entire battery of wedding planning. Maleficent at a bridal shower. Maleficent choosing the table settings.
Sadly, such fun is not to be had in “Mistress of Evil,” a needless sequel to the 2014 “Sleeping Beauty” riff that fails to fully value the entire of appeal of these films: Jolie’s Maleficent. The first movie, a box-office hit, was a mess but its star attraction was the one thing it had going for it. Jolie, an unfortunately infrequent presence on the screen these days, slid into the role so perfectly, dominating all around her with Norma Desmond command and cheekbones that could slice your throat.
The character had its roots in those ’50s melodrama stars; Marc Davis, animator of the 1959 Disney film, also sculpted Cruella de Vil. And in teaming Jolie with the equally potent Pfeiffer, whose queen quickly turns into Maleficent’s bitter foe, “Mistress of Evil” had the potential of summoning the intoxicating stuff of Joan Crawford and Bette Davis.