I was afraid. More than that - I despaired. More than that - I regretted

Rating: 10/10 (6 November 2008)

Well, this movie first scared the guts out of me, then topped it with despair and when I thought it won't get any further it gave me the worst - regret of things that might have been done and haven't been, or things that should not have been done but were nevertheless, done. I was glued to the screen all the same, almost wishing I had the will to scratch myself off and stop watching it, stop it right now, and go have some hot tea or maybe something hotter for my nerves. Especially at the time of night I was watching it. The very fact I'm writing this at the moment (and I got out of bed an turned on the PC to get to IMDb and get some more info on what this all was about) speaks of the effect it had on me.
Despite and in spite, or maybe for the very reason I'm quite out of age horror movies are supposed to be scaring people, I admit I was. Quality make (even though I doubt I'll watch it another time - for the very reason the summary relates of, and I won't look for the book it was made after either. Or maybe I will, but not too soon. Nah, surely I will, first thing tomorrow :D).
Stephen King at his best, and the movie matched it, screenplay, direction, actor work et al. - all in its place, no exaggerations, no heavy stress on computer graphics, and here and there catchy little details, like mark of a blooded hand just by the sign 'out' with an arrow on the glass door. Top notch!
This movie is capable of getting inside one's head and doing things in there - 10 out of 10, from the man not in love with the genre very rarely stopping by the shelf with the label 'horror' on it at all