The Shining

I think I said it upthread somewhere, but I actually kind of wanted it to be loonies (even though I felt bad about wanting it to be loonies), but was very happy at the end that actually the vast majority of people were not painted as crazy at all... if anything, they're just good critical minds who got stuck on a singular reading. Aside from moon-landing guy.

That post is a little garbled but I am quite drunk. Sorry.

the spectrum of spectatorship

more intriguing theme than the Timelessness of Evil or whatev

it feels more like 'presented for your consideration: a catalogue of ~thoughts~ about The Shining' than a lol omg look at these wackos, which I very much appreciated

I mean, you can laugh and point at pretty much all of them in their own way, but the filmmaker mostly lets you do that on your own.

yeah.

Room 237 is a great watch.

Wish it had done a better job of exploring the gulf between "Stanley Kubrick was a GENIUS and EVERYTHING meant SOMETHING even the TYPEWRITER MODEL" and "Stanley Kubrick should have fired his continuity person and set dresser."

I really liked the part about the layout of the Overlook. That's my favorite kind of fan obsession, really - taking what's clearly there, whether it's intentional or not, and working out the meaning/impact of it on the film (or book or song or whatever else) in great, specific detail.

it really taps into, what i like to think of as 'ultimate art' i.e. the unattainable idea that, as Phil D says, that everything constituting a particular piece of artwork is there for a reason and that all elements exist in symbiosis with each other with nothing left out and nothing included by accident or for unnecessary purpose. I don't believe even Kubrick could achieve this, but it's a thought I like to entertain whenever I come across anything I find myself obsessing over.

Watched the whole thing for the first time in a really long time. Didn't realize that most of Danny's face shots was basically just this over and over:

http://i.imgur.com/OZGQepA.jpg

Also, maybe this is a very common observation, but I had never noticed that the elevators, with the floor dials, are also making that "Kubrick" face.

http://i.imgur.com/ubMyz9P.jpg http://i.imgur.com/OZGQepA.jpg

Whoops

http://i.imgur.com/ubMyz9P.jpg

http://i.imgur.com/ADwnbJN.jpg

http://www.pippinbarr.com/games/letsplaytheshining/

New movie from the director of Room 237 sounds really interesting: http://thedissolve.com/reviews/1633-the-nightmare/

http://i.imgur.com/JFrfdl1.jpg

The only shot from that take.

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/09/04/us/hotel-that-inspired-the-shining-builds-on-its-eerie-appeal.html
http://static01.nyt.com/images/2015/09/04/us/04labyrinth-01/04labyrinth-01-articleLarge.jpg

"(T)his maze of juniper trees disappointed some visitors."
Fine caption.

ah, hell, stupid username gets in the way of my stupid message

Wait til they read the book and realize it was animals, not a maze.

do you have the SLIGHTEST I-DEA what a MORAL OR ETHICAL PRINCIPLE IS? DO YOU?

then: a gesture to the diffuse snowy light above him, an expression of terrible pain at the thought of disappointing the hotel

http://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbp28blMzK1qi4nyc.png

lol

one of my favorite Polish movie posters:

http://150597036.r.cdn77.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/shining41.jpg

http://i.imgur.com/P38VKsz.jpg
thank you

this is.... something:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i17pORf_iE4

A production electrician speaks:

One time Jack said he had done his back in and needed a few days off. That’s a lot of time when you’re shooting a big film, but Stanley said okay. The next day we were in the sparks room watching Wimbledon when Stanley walks in. He asks what we’re up to and as he turns to look at the telly, there he is: Jack Nicholson sat in the crowd with a girl on either side. Stanley went mad....

It was a small crew and he used us for bit parts. Because they rarely shoot leading artists when you can’t see their face, he said to me: “You look like Jack – put on the jeans and boots.” In the film, when a semi-conscious Jack is dragged into the food store, those are my legs on screen. He asked me to be the guy in a bear suit with his arse hanging out and his head in a man’s lap at the end. But I said: “No, mate, I ain’t having that.” Could you imagine? Everyone at home saying: “That’s Bobby Tanswell.” Nope, sorry.

http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2016/apr/24/a-brush-with-jack-nicholson-stanley-kubrick-the-shining-1979

I'd never seen this, but it's clever/cute:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jBgaX0ErGU

Was visiting my parents over the weekend and recognized the Overlook carpet pattern in their doormat.

http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u120/kingkonggodzilla/20160430_130323_zpsnypwgquc.jpg

They've had the mat for years, but I just never made the connection. It definitely predates the patterns recent baconing.

I'm sorry to defer with you sir. But you are the caretaker.

It always throws me off when Grady uses the word 'nigger.' What the place has male, white racist ghosts? This doesn't support the "built on an indian burial ground" reference.

Unless the ghosts are all figments of Jack's imagination - as is implied when Wendy disrupts Jack's drunken holiday with Lloyd at the empty bar.

Or perhaps the ghosts are real, as is supported by the unlocking of the storeroom to free Jack, and they just take the form of whatever has been in Jack's experience, his understanding of the world, and his desires.

Those desires being alcohol, sex, and violence

...embodied by Lloyd, the woman in room 237, and Grady

What the place has male, white racist ghosts? This doesn't support the "built on an indian burial ground" reference.

the force haunting the hotel isn't the force that resides in indian burial grounds. it's the force that builds things on top of them.

all the best people.

me on this subject years upthread:

jack's a blue-collar white guy with cultured aspirations who's feeling humiliated economically (SHOVELING OUT DRIVEWAYS, WORK IN A CAR WASH -- ANY OF THAT APPEAL TO YOU?), and furthermore resents that what he at least hopes was an accident with his son's arm a few years ago has made it necessary for him to stop drinking and be really contrite and feel further unmanned, and is seduced on one level by an Evil Supernatural Power, in the form of a bunch of well-dressed whites having a perpetual power-drenched cocktail party in a luxury hotel built on a conquered graveyard (nice touch: "i believe they actually had to fend off a few indian attacks while they were building it!"); and on another level just by the ability, up there in the snow, to show his family who's boss. he gets drunk on this nasty fantasy of privilege that's built on bones, and when the hotel needs to spur him on it suggests to him that he's not Man enough to do his job and that his son feels safer around an n-word than around his father.

also wanna repost this description, from an essay eric h posted, of nicholson's repetition of the word, in

a tone that suggests he is not used to considering negritude an offense, is on the verge of disbelieving laughter, and yet is also fascinated by the new ripple of self-congratulating possibility here.

later, throwing himself into the possibility, he murders scatman crothers with an axe and unless i'm mistaken it's at this moment and no earlier that the ambient demonic whispery chanting kicks in on the soundtrack. then: the chilling climax, as jack casts his vote for trump.

and yes: are the ghosts real? are they hallucinations? are they metaphors?whichever is most plausible to you the fundamental explanation is always the same: sometimes, when something happens, it leaves a trace of itself behind. i think a lot of things happened right here, in this very hotel/household/country, over the years. and not all of em was good.

so on sundays, i work as a projectionist for both a matinee and an evening show, between which the 90-year-old movie theater is cleared and locked and the rest of the staff leaves and i hang out, alone, for a couple hours in the empty theater before the night staff arrives, with the projector and the sound system and the ah blu-ray player still online because i've been told not to shut them down until we close for the night, and, uh, don't tell anyone, but today, i

rip

dad? do you like this hotel?

difficult listening hour on this subject years upthread otm

ran a local movie this morning for some middle schoolers on a field trip, about an arrogant haole-boy champion surfer who wipes out during a competition in waikiki and warps to 1911, where he's rescued by and befriends duke kahanamoku and in becoming one of duke's crew (under the name "ghost") learns the true meaning of surfing. at the end, back in the present against his will, he visits the waikiki restaurant duke's, where his pov gives the movie its final shot: a slow dolly in on a framed b&w photograph of duke and buddies standing with monogrammed surfboards, GHOST gazing out alongside them. haha

this is insane
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AupAFblRwgY
drag your mouse to move

Is this something I should watch using one of those virtual reality headgear things?

i didn't! i also didn't watch for more than five minutes but skip around!

whoa

Just found this on the street!

http://i.imgur.com/UtURBFW.jpg

Didn't like Room 237 quite as much the second time. There was one guy--his theory was vaguer than the others, and he had a habit of pausing and then laughing at his own commentary (the guy with a son who was out of work)--who started to get on my nerves. The most compelling theory to me is the Native American one, which I notice is proposed in this thread's very first post.