(Originally posted at Attentiondeficitdisorderly Too Flat by Sean T. Collins.)
The 13 Days of Halloween: Day 12
2. The Shining, dir. Stanley Kubrick
the second scariest movie I've ever seen
Look at this.
Go ahead. I'll wait.
And hey, while you're at it, look at this, and this.
I'll admit it: Even in broad daylight, sitting in my goofy romper-room of an office, with people talking and music playing and all manner of distractingly normal goings-on going on, those pictures beat me. I actually cannot look at them for long without quickly scrolling past, or giggling nervously, or simply looking away. And now, as I type this in our darkened apartment, I'm afraid to look over my shoulder at the doorway to our bedroom. I am a grown man, and three little images, two of which aren't even of anything inherently frightening, all of which I've seen a million times before, have scared me to the point of irrationality.
This is how Stanley Kubrick's horror masterpiece--and I swear to you those are not words I use lightly--The Shining operates. This film is not content to spook you from behind shadows or gross you out with kayro-syruped viscera. This film wants to scare the living shit out of you, over and over again, and not really for any particular reason. This film is a bully. This is arrogant horror.
"Arrogant"--I struggled for a long time to find a word to describe the mentality of the horror in this movie (yes, we're ascribing mentality to an intangible quality--why not? this is a movie about an evil hotel, right?). The critical blurb on the cover says "epic," but I don't think that's quite right. This is certainly horror on a grand scale, but I think that word was chosen simply because this wasn't a skeevy little movie made on the cheap like most horror tended to be throughout film history, whether we're talking about the Universal classics or the creature-features of the 50s or the new wave of Romero, Hooper, Carpenter, Craven et al. Also, I think "epic" connotes some sort of struggle between mighty opponents--the type of thing we see in The Exorcist. The Shining's Dick Halloran is many things, but Father Lancaster Merrin he isn't.
I stumbled across "arrogant," finally, when looking at the performance of Jack Nicholson as the deteriorating patriarch of the Torrance family with the same first name. I don't often focus on this aspect of the movie, transfixed as I am by the imagery seen above. But it's this aspect that many fans of the film's source novel, its author not least among them, blamed for what they considered a failed movie. They believe the film doesn't work because we never feel sympathy or empathy for Jack Torrance--it's clear from the moment he opens his mouth that he's about five minutes away from Richard Speck territory. Nicholson, who studied the larger-than-life performance techniques of Grand Guignol actors to prepare for the role, does not exactly attempt to capture the inner torment of a man losing a struggle with his own demons. He plays it like a schtick, grunting and gesticulating, staring and grinning, and most importantly, mocking and sneering. His is an evil that drips with condescension and contempt for everything good. It's present as early as when he sarcastically echoes his wife Wendy's assertion that writing is just a matter of getting back into the habit, but it explodes into the forefront during the long pas de deux from the typewriter to the stairs. Jack transparently feigns concern for their son Danny's health and patronizingly asks Wendy her opinion on what should be done. He mimics her high-pitched weepy voice. In the midst of threatening to bash her brains in, he comically reprimands her for not allowing him to complete his sentences. He sticks his tongue out and makes a goofy voice like a taunting child as he tells her to hand over her baseball bat. When he's finally put out of comission for the time being, he fakes contriteness and injury so badly that there's no chance of his wife believing him, so badly that the only possible purpose is to display the extent to which he believes Wendy is a total fucking moron. He's not just crazy, and he's not just evil--he's an asshole.
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1 - emma
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2 - Rodney Welch
I went to see The Shining at the theatre with the greatest hopes of being scared to death. I mean, it was Kubrick, right? A so-called master filmmaker who had certainly battered my senses with A Clockwork Orange. And Jack Kroll in Newsweek certainly thought it was scary. Can't fail, I thought. Unfortunately, I thought, the movie was all foreplay and no climax -- it promises, tempts, lures, and taunts you with the idea that there will be a big payoff. There isn't -- at least, not really. It's certainly not the kind of picture that makes you jump out of your seat.
And yet, over the years, I've come to appreciate it, although not the way most of it's fans do, because it didn't scare me. Instead, I appreciate it in a kind of distant, arm's-length, perhaps even academic way. I see it as a mood piece, a psychological study of a man who realizes he is nothing -- a man who wanted to succeed, as a father, a husband, and a writer, and finds he can't. Jack Torrance is a man who thinks he has writing talent and discovers that he has nothing to say, and his rage about having nothing to say, nothing to offer, nothing to give his family turns him into a violent beast; he sees them as the enemy. It's really, in its way, a study of alcoholism, told in somewhat horrific metaphoric terms; a man who can't escape his sense of failure, and who turns on the wife and child who make him feel that sense of failure just by their very existence. That, to me, is what the real story is; it's a story of a man's midlife crisis where the horror is all interior.
3 - Jim Carruthers
I re-watched "The Shining" a couple of weeks ago on the DVD re-issue (there's a really comprehensive "making-of" doc with extensive interviews with Kubrick, Nicholson and Duvall).
This was about the third or fourth time I'd seen the movie. The first was when it was first released, the second a couple of years ago at a rep theatre with a badly deteroriated and faded print.
The DVD really represented how the horror comes from beneath and within, plus how "The Shining" is one of the best adaptations of Stephen King's books. However, I should note, while I was a child, my parents spent a couple years employed as caretakers at a seasonal resort (though no where near as isolated as the Overlook).
One thing which provides an interesting contrast is the made for teevee adaptation of "The Shining" which was good, but not great.
And if you need a writer's block double feature, pair "The Shining" with the recently released DVD of "Barton Fink".
4 - Rodney Welch
Cool -- I have Barton Fink lined up to watch over the weekend. And you're right about the double DVD set; fascinating documentary of Kubrick and crew just being themselves.
5 - Eric Olsen
I find the subject of writer's block to be beyond my ken. My problem is that I alwyas have too much to say, never not enough. i am always disgorging large amounts of blather and then having to sort it out, rearrange it, eliminate a lot.
That's the main reason I have found blogging so rewarding: I can just blab on and on about whatever hops into my fevered brain all the livelong day and no one seems to mind much.
By the way, I found "Barton Fink" to be disturbing, claustrophobic and overwrought. I kept thinking, "just start writing down whatever pops into your head, one thing leads to another, it doesn't have to be perfect, that's what editing is for."
6 - Rodney Welch
I think I should have said above that Jack Torrance's interior horror becomes externalized. And I can grok the writer's block thing, because I really don't like writing badly, don't like writing sentences I know are horribly wrong -- which is not to say I don't, of course. I've always had this belief that writing is about knowing your thoughts, knowing what you want to say, having some basic grasp of your own point of view, and left to my own devices I'm not always real sure what that is; in fact, I usually don't know what I think until someone tells me what they think, and I rather immediately find myself agreeing or disagreeing strongly. I'm a shitty blogger, no question, but I'm a pretty steady responder.