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The most fascinatingly wacky movie I think I’ve ever seen — who would have thought it so interesting to listen to a bunch of stupid theories for two hours about a movie I love? And yet, it was.
Honestly, though, I think the movie might’ve been more disturbing than The Shining itself. Because the music in horror movies is usually what does it for me — if you’re itching to see me turn a little lily-livered, play Tubular Bells around me and it just might happen — the music used in this doc gave me the eerie, creeping feeling throughout. And all that without considering how the blend of classic horror and holocaust-film footage worked on me.
As much as I loved the wackiness and audacity of some of the theories, the real triumph is in the editing. If ever I’ve seen a movie where I can say the editing deserves an Oscar over all others, it’s this one.
BTW, since this didn’t make it to an actual theater in my town, I gotta give some love to the Amazon Instant App on my Blu-Ray player — I might wear that thing out with all the VOD movies I’m itching to see.
For many, Stephen King is simply a writer that they read once or twice a year, on the same level that they read Grisham novels, or Clancy novels, or whatever. But for me, Stephen King goes beyond simply being an author author whose work I appreciate. Rather, he’s something like a close family relation, in a way, because his books have sort of formed a through-line for much of my life and anything I write about him should start with two stories. 
