At first it's all death and bad luck, like Lemony Snicket (actually, the perpetually worried-looking Emily Browning starred in that series as well) and some lost Roald Dahl rape scenario all rolled into one. That lasts about thirty seconds, and then the Zep kicks in and we have a sort of Girl, Interrupted interpretation of Cinderella (has anyone ever actually looked that panicked while cleaning floors?), which, after we are told through screen text that "reality is a prison," sort of morphs into a weird Charlie's Angels sort of scene. And then it really gets weird.
Is that the set of Black Swan? Why are there hot chicks everywhere? Is she wearing a Sailor Moon suit? Is this Zelda?
Whatever it is, it's predictably what happens when the guy who did The 300 makes a movie about chicks: a really long homage to his own fetishes -- stylized violence and huge tits, we're guessing -- which roughly equate both in style and substance to those of a teenage boy.