With Reservations category. Here, though, King gives more. The Bradys are handsome, even though they are hundreds of years old. They love each other, carnally, with Oedipal intensity. They have the seductive poignancy of King's traditional misfits, though they are not quite human.
Mother needs blood, so son scouts for a virgin sacrifice.
Just before the kill, Mrs. B. delicately fixes a red rose in the girl's hair. In their solitude they are like any child who feels alien from his classmates, or any fortyish office worker who feels life draining away. They are the creatures we see in the mirror on our darkest nights. Toast any domestic dilemma over a campfire and watch the shadows take the shape of your fears. That's its bent, toward taboos.