Right now, there's a mist blocking my view of Lake Michigan, Lake Shore Drive, and everything three blocks north and south. It's certainly ominous, but then again, it's Chicago. I've also received news that a Ph.D. student was murdered a few nights ago about ten blocks from me. He was only a month away from his doctorate. I ponder these facts in regards to Frank Darabont's The Mist, because the film touches upon the frightening fantasy of monsters hidden in the mist and the unsettling reality of monsters walking revealed among us.
The film is an adaptation of a Stephen King novella, and it's the fourth time Darabont has adapted one of King's works (the first was a short "The Woman in the Room" from a collection of adaptations from King's short story anthology Night Shift). His two famous ones are The Shawshank Redemption, a masterful prison drama about two inmates who become great friends, and The Green Mile, a supernatural prison drama about the lives of death row inmates and guards, but with The Mist, Darabont ventures from King's human dramas to his more commonly associated genre. From those two films (and his underrated, overlooked The Majestic), one wouldn't imagine Darabont would have a horror film in him, but one would be wrong.
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