Horror october #25

[beer_good_foamy]

And the Stephen King movies keep on coming. 1922 is another new Netflix movie, this one based on a recent novella of the same name which I remember quite liking, about a farmer who convinces his son the only way to keep their farm is to kill the mother of the family, and is then driven mad with the guilt (unless he's not and something else is going on). The movie, though, as much as it tries, isn't up to much. In a way, it makes me miss the olden days of Stephen King adaptations; say what you like about the likes of Children of the Corn or Creepshow, at least they didn't put on airs. 1922 tries to tell a spook story rather than a horror story, with a slow icy mood like a budget version of The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford mixed with horror elements (that soundtrack), but for all that Thomas Jane in the lead role tries (and boy, does he ever try) he can't breathe life into it. Would have made a decent one-hour episode of an anthology, but at 1.45 it just drags.

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