Somehow I
had never seen the classic horror film The
Shining until a few days ago. The screenplay was based on the novel by
Stephen King, and was directed by Stanley Kubrick. Released in 1980, it has
since become known as one of the best-made horror films in the genre. Jack Nicholson’s performance is
legendary, clips from his most madman scenes being shown over and over for the
sheer horror. So I watched The Shining
and was duly impressed.
Jack
Torrance (Jack Nicholson) is a writer who accepts a job at a resort in the off-season
winter months as a caretaker. He feels he can do the job while still getting in
plenty of good writing time. He and his family arrive at the expansive property
in the mountains just prior to winter descending upon the landscape, the snow
and storms making passage away from the resort nearly impossible.
His wife
Wendy (Shelley Duvall), and his son Danny (Danny Lloyd), each have their own
problems, as does Jack. His son has a gift, or perhaps you could call it a
curse, a telepathic sense that the chef of the resort, Dick Hallorann (Scatman
Crothers) explains as “shining.” Danny, and Dick also, can see things or intuit
things others cannot.
After a
short time passes at the deserted resort, the three family members individually
are haunted by images, ghosts, premonitions; who knows what they really are. The
suspense is drawn out into a tight, thin line. It’s just the three of them in
the main building; high ceilings, long hallways, huge industrial kitchen. Lots
of opportunity for paranoia and drama.
Shelley
Duvall played Jack’s frumpy wife Wendy perfectly. It’s hard to imagine anyone
else looking so pathetic and homely as Shelley became for this role. Danny, the
little boy, is so expressive, even when he is looking vacantly at something, he
is totally believable. Mr. Kubrick must have had a good time directing him.
This is a very
fine horror film. I appreciate Stephen King’s imagination and writing. He often
writes stories about writers, their writer’s block, their insecurities as an
author, and he plays this up with Jack, sitting at the typewriter in the large
room every day. Jack chastises his wife for interrupting his writing; something
I could relate to as writers get into a kind of meditative state when the story
is flowing and the last thing we want is to be interrupted. I wouldn’t be as
rude as Jack about it though!
Jack
Nicholson is truly one of the finest actors of his generation. His face is so
facile, so malleable, his emotions so raw and high, he really pulls off the
persona of Jack as the disturbed caretaker/writer.
The film is
rated R. There were some special features on the DVD that I didn’t watch, but die-hard
fans may want to as it follows the interactions between the actors and director
unfold as filming progresses. I recommend The
Shining. It’s film history and a good scare.