1980 Directed by Stanley Kubrick
Jack Torrance accepts a caretaker job at the Overlook Hotel, where he, along with his wife Wendy and their son Danny, must live isolated from the rest of the world for the winter. But they aren't prepared for the madness that lurks within.
After having over a meter (3 feet for my fellow Americans) of snow fall on us in just a few days, the isolated and trapped feeling gave us great cause to want to watch the ultimate cabin fever-in the depth of winter film. Regardless of how many times one has seen The Shining, it never loses that overwhelming sense of dread.
As soon as Jack Torrance is in frame, that uneasy feeling takes over. I feel as though I wish I could warn all of the other characters in the movie to walk on eggshells, don't upset him! Maybe you shouldn't talk to him right now! Can't you see it! Just leave him alone! There has never been another character…
This is the third time I watch The Shining and nothing beats seeing one of my favorite horror films beautifully restored in 4K resolution on the big screen. The theater was packed and when those incredible aerial shots accompanied by a haunting score started I could already feel my blood pumping, being absolutely in awe. The third time's the charm indeed and my appreciation of The Shining just kept growing each viewing until I finally realized I had to give it a deserving full score. There are so many ingenious allegories and creepy moments that still manage to be quite disturbing in the present day. Also, this is one of the few horror films that have really memorable performances and…
Jack, Wendy, and Danny spending the winter at the Overlook Hotel. The interview. Fuckin' Tony. Cabin fuckin' Fever. Blood. Closing day. High elevation. Cannibals. Darts. Twins. The Gold Room. Fuckin' Dick. Danny loves Ketchup. TANG. The Shine. Fuck you Room 237! Power fuckin' Wheels. A typewriter. Wall ball. Mini-maze. Jack the Grouch. Jack's sweater. High-tech audio equipment. O-VER. The way Danny closes his eyes. Mickey Mouse. Awesome fuckin' carpet. Losing your fuckin' mind. Jack's fuckin' eyes. Jack's fuckin' laugh. Lloyd's wise words. A confession. Foxy paintings. Tits in the water. Fuck you mirror! Olive fuckin' Oyl. Jeeves. Red, Red, Rum. The trance. A jet plane. Rocky's corner man. Road Runner. Louisville Slugger. Dull fuckin' Jack. Stairs. Trapped. Snow. A big-ass…
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“I’m sorry to differ with you sir, but you are the caretaker. You’ve always been the caretaker. I should know, sir—I’ve always been here.”
Solitude has a way of driving a man mad. The uninterrupted stream of one’s thoughts, the isolated expanses that double as metaphoric existential crises, the insipid sameness of the day to day. Hence the age-old proverb in favor of building bridges rather than walls. It is a trite observation, one as old as time but no less valid for its prevalence. From the demoniac bellowing in the hills until Jesus relieved him of his burden (and doomed some poor swine) to Miss Havisham moldering in her wedding dress to Alfred Packer and his…
What defines the greatest horror film of all time? Is it the film that most unsettles and terrifies you? Is it the film that rewards repeat viewings, never diluting the film’s impact no matter how many times you watch it? Or is it the film so expertly crafted whether it be the tight plotting, career defining performances or flawless direction, that it comes close to perfection? Whatever way you define greatness The Shining inevitably comes out on top.
I have vivid memories of watching Kubrick’s masterpiece for the first time. Like all the best horror experiences I was far too young to really watch it, and despite hearing stories about it in the playground, nothing can really prepare you for…
I think that The Shining is, outside of one of its major plot points, a pretty good name for this film. It's a shining example of why no filmmaker should feel obliged to as closely mirror a book as possible when doing an adaptation.
When Stanley Kubrick released The Shining, Stephen King famously decried it, saying that it hardly resembled his novel at all. Quite often since then people have suggested that King simply does not understand cinema, an opinion that is hardly helped by his one directorial foray (Maximum Overdrive, which I love despite its utter incompetence) and his endorsement of the ridiculous ending tacked on to the adaptation of The Mist.
But maybe, just maybe, he saw something…
Classic psychological thriller centered on a recovering alcoholic father Jack Torrance (played masterfully by Jack Nicholson) that slowly and steadily descends into madness as he becomes the caretaker of a hotel over the course of a long snowy winter with his family. Nicoholson is masterful in portraying Torrance’s sinister nature while at the same time making him somewhat sympathetic at first. Nicholson acts with his facial features, his deviant eyes and his mannerisms, which shows why he’s one of the great modern actors. Kubrick’s direction is also brilliant in that it builds the tension to a massive crescendo in the final iconic scenes. This is a horror film done right.
A masterpiece. Plain and simple. Kubrick is my lord and I worship the word of god.
Beautifully shot and downright creepy. The definitive Stephen King adaptation and Kubrick at his very best.
don't get married and don't have kids end of story
(personal) triggers: knives, blood, murder
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