Jun 17, 2008 00:29
So, I watched The Mist tonight.
All through it, I was riveted. I was overjoyed. Instead of the shrieks and whimpers that usually accompany R rated horror movies, I was squealing happily like a little girl as the movie unfolded and more and more of the plot had been left completely in tact.
I am not exaggerating. The one thought that pervaded my mind as I watched this film, all two and thensome hours, was how it was the most faithful adaptation I had ever seen. And I know I've been saying that for every Stephen King movie that comes out, but I mean it. One thing was left out. Just one. And I felt it was needless in the novella, so....
It also was more of a Silent Hill movie than the actual Silent Hill movie. But I digress.
I was completely wrapped in glee and bliss for this, the ultimate Stephen King movie! The one that truly brings his vision to the big screen! The King of Kings......
And then I got to the last five minutes.
What the fuck was that?!?!
No, really. What the fuck was that? Where the fuck did that ending come from? What sick son of a bitch thought that up and decided it was better than the ending the esteemed Mr. King wrote himself?
If you're a die hard Stephen King fan, and you watch this movie....
Shut it off as soon as the doors shut. You'll know what I mean. Don't watch beyond that because the purely orgasmic experience you just went through will be rendered void and meaningless.
movie review,
stephen king