Big Stephen King fan here, all us Midnighters are. When Doctor Sleep hit shelves in 2013, I was excited. A sequel to The Shining? One of my very favorite books? The answer to what happened to Danny Torrance?
I loved the book, but I’m not here to talk about that. Yesterday, I bought a ticket and a lot of popcorn, and took myself to see the movie based on Doctor Sleep.
I’m not here to compare the movie to the book, because I read it a long time ago and comparing the two causes frustration. The movie should have its own space, be its own entity.
Although I did pick up on a few differences, I told myself to enjoy the movie.
So I did! So much enjoyment. Creepy. Disturbing. Great images. Great emotions. Fantastic characters.
Grown-up Danny, struggling with his fears, locking them away, trying to escape. Afraid of becoming what he hates. But he can’t run from who he is.
Abra loves who she is, but hides it, afraid of not being accepted.
Rosie…well, Rosie is awesome. Evil, but awesome. I might have a crush.
A movie about acceptance. About forgiveness. About facing fear.
This movie is a great sequel to the 1980 film The Shining and takes us back to the terrors of the Overlook Hotel, and gives us the music, the atmosphere, and beloved, unforgettable scenes. Every nod to the original movie made my horror-loving heart shudder with glee.
The new faces, including a new evil, adds another level to the story, and, in the end, it offers hope.
The best horror reveals the light by forcing us to face the dark.
What a wonderful world of darkness it is, so since the movie reminded me of all the things I love about Danny’s life, I’m off to reread The Shining and Doctor Sleep.
Cheers and nightmares!