"Be sure to search high and low, where it is hot and where it is cold." Those were the words left upon the bathroom mirror on Sunday evening. I assumed they were scrawled lovingly by the hand of my beautiful wife as it mimicked her handwriting. However, one can never be too sure. The prelude to this riddle assured that there was a "surprise" coming my way. I proceded cautiously to the kitchen, searching the freezer, refrigerator, pantry, garage, cabinets, patio, oven, microwave and deeper into the freezer before finding my treasure of goodness. Yes,waiting for me, wrapped in plastic Kroger bags was a full pint of what will one day come to be known as the single greatest discovery among all frozen treats: The Chunky Monkey. Ben & Jerry's greatest contribution to mankind and--to me--their legacy! Thethree of us--Miranda, myself and the chunky monkey--cozied down onto the couch and watched our beloved St. Louis Cardinals quickly fall to Detroit in game 2.
Miranda had never seen Stanley Kubrick's 1980 film The Shining and so, after just sitting through the rather incoherent Black Dahlia, we were primed to sit through some filmaking of substance, character and most of all coherency. And where do you go when you want some good ol' everything-makes-perfect-sense filmaking? Why, Stanley Kubrick of course! Kubrick's film is near perfect in score, cinematography and pace. The performances by the entire cast are superb, especially Jack Nicholson's terrifying, often comical portrayal of Jack Torrance. You can sense his character heading for the deep end even before he and his family arrive at the Overlook. It's as if he takes on the job as caretaker not only to find solace as he begins writing, but also to escape his loveless marriage. When this guy begins attacking his family, even though he already appears to have checked out of his role as father and husband, that's when things get frightening. The supernatural elements of the hotel often seem irrelavent to the story, but there are fewer films that I've seen which are as spooky as The Shining. Top notch performances, beautiful filmaking, weird storytelling with creepy little kids and Scatman Crothers! You can't go wrong with Hong Kong Phooey!
Here's to you, The Shining! If only Mr. Kubrick were alive to read this riveting review of his film. I imagine he would be inspired to make a film about the review itself. Oh well. All for nought. I believe there is only one way to bounce back from that digression...
There's that PB&J I went on and on and on and on about in that last entry. Wanna guess what I had for lunch today?
-joel
