How he made it to 30 without experiencing this masterpiece, I'll never know. But last weekend I set about to remedy that.
I have never watched a movie in the middle of reading the same book. It goes against everything I believe about separating film and page. But I really really really wanted him to watch it. So we did.
Strangely enough, about a quarter of the way in, JD (my husband) commented about the dialogue.
"It almost feels like Kubrick directed these guys to be stiff and weird with their lines. It's unnatural, and I know, at the very least, Jack Nicholson is a better actor than this."
I had to pause the movie. I couldn't believe he had noticed the same thing I had noticed in the book. We talked about it for a little bit, and decided maybe it was to make Jack's psychotic 180 later in the story be that much more shocking.
He ended up loving the movie, both visually and as an amazing story. And he hates horror. So I'm counting this one as a win.
It was strange going back to the book, though. I had to backtrack a bit to remember exactly where I was in the book. I'm interested to see how things play out differently. The hedge maze, which is so crucial to the climax of the movie, doesn't exist in the book. There are hedge animals instead, which I'm anticipating will be much more frightening.
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