“When the volunteer closed the crate door and I walked away, the last sound I heard was his whine. Come back, please. Don’t leave me. I love you.”
“Do people pick on you, Tim? Maybe they say things like, ‘Don’t drop anything, if you bend over, one of the queers might see that as an invitation.’ Or maybe you cry when you get stressed, so your friends call you a fag, since you aren’t being the manly-man they expect of you? Is it science that tells you homosexuality is wrong? Do you think we can be cured like the ‘gay sheep’ or are we not following ‘nature’ like scientists seem to think? What is it, Tim? Why can’t we just love who we want to?”
Here, I present a little essay showing how Kubrick chops at King’s novel, practically chanting “Heeeeere’s Stanley!” all the way through the movie. The final product of such a violent slashing of the novel results in only its skeleton left intact, with bits of chipped bone and grinning skull all that’s left to indicate that this was a Stephen King story at all.
“There was no easy way to reveal that an icon like Hemingway was not the person that the world had believed him to be. You might as well have said that you had irrefutable proof the Bible was false.”
When you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all… to their faces. Do it in a blog post! And then send out the squirrels!
