Director: Stanley Kubrick
Stars: Jack Nicholson, Shelley Duvall, Danny Lloyd, Scatman
Crothers
Short Review, no spoilers
One of the greatest horror films of all time and an enduring
masterpiece of filmmaking itself, this haunted hotel adaptation of Stephen
King’s novel contains some of the most iconic images in the history of cinema,
it’s centrepiece a glorious and artful portrayal of a maniac as delivered by
star Jack Nicholson. Every element – music, cinematography, performance – is
precisely and passionately realised to its fullest impact by genius of the
medium, Stanley Kubrick.
Full Review (spoilers)
40 years of The Shining and 37 of me - it’s mine and The
Shining’s birthday today and this weird coincidence that I stumbled upon
recently is realised in the fact that it has been my favourite film of all time
for years (I guess I’ve always been the caretaker). So, to celebrate the
anniversary of its UK release, here’s my gushing review of a seminal film that
has grown in stature since the wobbly critical reception it received in 1980:
As observed by Pauline Kael at the time - in a predominantly
lukewarm response to the film - almost every scene takes place in cold, sunny
daylight and interiors are starkly lit throughout. The ghosts are solid,
appearing in very human and unnerving banality even as they darkly speak of and
provoke diabolical violence. These disorientating aspects that work in direct
opposition to traditional horror tropes only add to the eeriness of the film,
and are offset by a remarkable soundtrack that amplifies the horror of the
mundane mixed with mental disintegration and supernatural interference - the resounding
echoes of a baseball thrown in isolated frustration; the relentless rhythm of a
surround sound heartbeat bleeding in to a tinnitus ring as another ghostly
encounter gradually unfolds. Soaring above it all is the score of nightmares,
combining the doom-laden riffs of various pointedly chosen classical pieces with
original music by synth whizzes Wendy Carlos and Rachel Elkind. A powerful
element that is as integral to the film as anything else, without dialogue The
Shining could be a lyric-less opera. The set design is equally stunning, with Kubrick
having had rooms built to evoke the imposing grandeur of the hotel,
interlinking them to exploit the possibilities of Steadicam technology, as
little Danny Torrance weaves around on his humble tricycle.
The explosion of repressed family tensions and madness - so
easily provoked by the evil spirits of the hotel - and Jack Nicholson’s shades
of grotesque, as his deranged brooding develops in to all-out mania, is
irresistible to behold. Criticised by some for overdoing it and by others for
being too restricted by control freak director Stanley Kubrick, I think the
balance is perfect - Nicholson’s natural gift for full-blooded craziness is
expertly and subtly manipulated to keep it from spilling in to farce. Shelley
Duvall as Wendy has also been similarly undervalued, again seen as victim of
Kubrick’s dogged perfectionism and as left with nothing much to do but scream.
However, just as no one has given us madness quite like Nicholson, no one has
shown sheer terror as convincingly as Duvall, most exquisitely when Jack’s axe
famously bursts through the bathroom door. With fear as powerful an emotion as
rage, the best scream queen ever is a perfect foil to the screen’s best maniac.
And speaking of scream queens, Wendy is also a nice twist on the cliché
big-breasted-horny-teen-girl, instead a heroic mother in a dowdy dressing gown
battling against weather, a raving husband and murderous ghosts to save the
life of her son. It’s significant to note that Jack’s increasingly warped sense
of responsibility as caretaker of the hotel is completely at odds with reality,
which is that it is Wendy that does all the work. Scenes of Wendy carrying out
various practical duties around the building seem banal but are actually
pointed in their repetition. Jack is never seen outdoors until his demise, and
is never seen doing any actual caretaking – this is all done by Wendy because
he is in fact a prisoner of the hotel, heading inexorably to a dreadful eternal
sentence. As such, and as always with Kubrick, the villains and heroes in his
movies are presented as ‘us’ – ordinary and hugely fallible human beings with
what turn out to be ridiculous ideas of self-possession and superiority over
their natural and spiritual worlds.
In terms of style, The Shining is representative of a
director who repeatedly realised his distinctive visions through various genres,
including sci-fi, period drama, satire, war film and in this case horror, but always
with every frame unmistakeably Kubrickian. Like other Kubrick films, it
features cold, distanced but not inhuman performances and interactions between
characters, which in fact heighten the tensions between them. Every set and
shot is highly stylised and meticulously composed; and it explores the follies
of deluded men that overstate a perceived power over their immediate
environments, resulting in death, destruction, and their own demise. Although
Kubrick may have turned to the source material of Stephen King’s typically pulp
novel because he needed a hit following the commercial disaster of Barry
Lyndon, my own (possibly controversial) opinion is that this film is his best.
In an interview at the time, Kubrick pondered where the source of a films
ability to engage lies - in the story or how a story is conveyed. It is perhaps
his attention to this quandary that results in a film that in fact delivers so
satisfyingly on so many levels: a tour-de-force in terms of aesthetic beauty
and sonic audacity that taps in to our most primal fears, all to deliver a
relatively simple but therefore relatable story of identity in crisis and
family dysfunction. As one would expect, Kubrick cannot help but bring an
audaciously artistic flair to a genuinely scary movie, while tapping in to
Freudian fears of the uncanny through a story stripped to its most basic and
impactful elements. I would argue that it’s got it all - a perfect combination
of his characteristic obsession with aesthetics with an entertaining,
accessible film that deals with deep-seated philosophical themes without
getting bogged down in intellectualism. In seeming to regard The Shining as something
of a sell-out, critics at the time appeared not to appreciate the beauty of the
film, and that Kubrick going (relatively) commercial might not have been such a
bad thing.
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