Shining With Horror

Rating: 9/10 (11 October 2019)

Movies are scathing sometimes. They upend your emotional plane and you are humongously touched by the underlying storyline that's catching up with your hyperactive senses. Characters thus blown into screenplays are mesmerizing enough to hold you off your sorts. There's a particolored line-up of movies that have my graced my eyes and jolted my sensual ties and I was rather cajoled by their amaze to binge-watch them. One such movie that still is a rocking stroke to my fleshy mind, is The Shining. It's a movie that is ought to be shone with your glistening membranes, smoothly laid across your eyes. Well, eyes are definitely significant to you, drooling over a scene. Whether it be the idyllic orchards slicing across the vales of the Himalayas or leaves combing up the torqued wind; run into them with a wild mock: eyes are always to be cherished with ornate litanies. The Shining is a movie with not so much of an ensemble assembly of stars that turn the ether out of the crude, but still boasts one such actor, which the IMDB lists as the best of all time, namely Jack Nicholson, who is a shining chap in itself and gets all the rhymes hymned around him. That horrific smile at junctures within the movie, those terrifying and spine-chilling monologues that he so supernaturally melts onto the screen, that unacted and untroubled sequences of his magnificent acting rolling the curtains over, are the impeccable chops that slither in together to form up a movie, that the screens have not yet soaked. The director, Stanley Kubrick, too has an explicit job done by bringing into play such an amazing storyline and adapting it into the theatricalized version. Well, when there is a mention of the writer who has vented the most troubled of characters in the genre of horror, then it's Stephen King who bags all the honors. His sense of horror is much better than the sense of humor of many! He has enlightened the pages with a tale of terrible forces colliding with one another to stroll into the ears of the viewers; the terror of being alone and away from the raunchy mayhems outward. The film projects a certain insight into the mind when it evanesces out from its conscious and gets to be drawn in tow by the subconscious advances of one's. It revolves around how your imagination, rooted in the unbridled seething of psychological venom that gets out in full pomp -- when you abandon the normalcy and get ridden by escapism, which further nourishes claustrophobic tendencies -- and stifles up your being in forms: terrific. The film is great in so many ways. It just never leaves you without your mouth stretched with an awe and your goosebumps grounded! One gets a lot to see in the ever-changing roll-overs of emotions of that boy, who seems to augur a situation and is quite adept in rigorously staring into a point as to scrape it off with his wide eyeballs stiffened within. But, all in all, it is surely the jack of acting, Jack Nicholson, who stands apart and quite away, as per his performances, that sweep across one's retina. He has taken this movie up to the shore of fantasy and now it seems like a memory etched in the niches of mind. His presence alone is enough to lift up one from the dormancy of movies that are now screened with life-drained screenplays and errant actors, not knowing how not to act when you are called to act! This movie should be a one-time see for anyone who wants to renege the optimal to tip over to the pulsating of beats, in the intervals within, and be startled with a confounding jigsaw of blocks, with not knowing when and how to adjoin the pieces from the scatter, once the movie blows you in the face; with credits falling over. As the story progresses and one seems to internalize the subdued unnaturalness of the film in so many ways, - like that dialogue with the curator in the lavatory and those sickening tilts of Jack while entangling with the subject in the chat, and his irrespective facial halts while in the visual grab, and that outlandish unravelling of several of unfathomable intangible mazes that draw an irksome net of riddles, unable to be decoded - there grows a sense of fear but with a touch of unknowability of where and when to discharge that. The bundle of emotions under the garb of heart doesn't seem to know any peephole, whence to peep out their still-encamped feelings of spooky shriek or puzzled frustration. This particular film plays with us over many jumps and we are always held in its ever-widening feast of awe. The Shining is a movie that will surely bind you up in a trifle of mixed emotions. You will realize how the unnatural and unventilated fear works! You will know the buzz of your mind when the scenes don't ring up to it. Your mind will take minutes to respond to the tragedy that took place in the form of this gigantic overture that we, so cinematically, call The Shining. It's such a movie. Fairy-tales appeal with their gilded cinderellas and flashy mermaids and they manipulate the minds with fiction that's so shockingly false but movies like such, take you up to the excellence of acting and dish you out an experience that was, though uncalled for, but strikes you up in the fiercest of pushes. If there's any movie that would run from my mouth as a recommendation, that would be it. So, do watch it with all the doable calmness only to get revoked of it, as the flick though runs to its end onscreen but flashes intermittently for a longer time, offscreen.