"Come and play with us, Danny. For ever. And ever. And ever..."
Wow.
It seems some things really are as good as their reputation. The
Shining is a beautifully shot Stanley Kubrick film, and has a towering,
perhaps career-defining performance from Jack Nicholson at its centre,
but at its root it's a slasher film with supernatural elements. Yet here
we have an auteur director like Kubrick, a serious mainstream Hollywood
cast, and we find that a slasher film can be elevated from the genre
ghetto to become a mainstream classic.
It is, of
course, a Stephen King adaptation, and the cast is ably supplied with
excellent performances from Shelley Duvall and Scatman Crothers, who
would go on to become the voice of Jazz in the Transformers cartoon.
The plotting is masterful, if not unusual for the genre; the idea of
"shining" is interesting but oddly peripheral to the plot. But
essentially this is a masterclass in acting from Nicholson and a timely
lesson in how the normal tropes of horror- the hotel is even built on
the predictable Indian burial ground- can be transmuted into gold by a
genius like Kubrick. The only disappointment, I suppose- and I'm
clutching at straws here- is that the concept of Tony, the boy who lives
in Danny's mouth, is somewhat undeveloped, which I suspect not to be
the case with the novel.
Also interesting, to me at
least, is how very 1980 the hair, the clothing and everything looks;
I'm 40, albeit British, and this is how I remember the world of my
earliest memories. But there's no doubting that this is a fine film,
possibly Kubrick's finest.
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