I don't like it. I know I know, how could I not like such a masterpiece? Well don't worry because I will tell you in my review! Before I begin, I want to point out that Stephen King himself didn't like this interpretation of his critically acclaimed novel. Also, I watched a different version of the novel which I actually liked. Soo.... Let's begin!

Script: 5

Acting: 6

Story execution: 4

Production value/Style: 7

                    SCRIPT

Ok, I wasn't too impressed with the script and that might be because of some of the acting. But it felt like they didn't develop the characters very well at all which really took me out of the movie a little.

                     ACTING

The only reason why I have the acting an 6 is because of Jack Nicholson and that little boy whose name I can't remember. Jack Nicholson is so freaking awesome! He's always awesome! That scene when the boy sees those two girls in the hallway and is immediately horrified? Yeah that got me scared. Not because of the girls but because of that boy's facial expression. However, Shelly Duvall was just BAD. Honestly, I feel really bad for her. Stanley was way too hard on her, but her performance was still bad and I almost wanted to stop watching because of her acting. Also, that REDRUM scene was so annoying. I wanted to feel afraid but after what felt like 5 minutes of the but saying REDRUM over and over again was just too much for me

            STORY EXECUTION

This is a also a mixture of the script. The story was suppose to be about a man's fall into insanity, but to me it felt like he started off kind of insane already. There wasn't a gradual decline in his mental state, instead it felt like he just showed the colors that were already inside of him from his life as apposed to ghost bringing him down to insanity.

   PRODUCTION VALUE/STYLE

The blood coming out of the elevator was an incredible moment. The unforgettable camera shot and infamous quote,"Here's Johnny!" Was totally worth the wait ( kind of) and the "I'm gonna bash your brains in" along with the camera shot of Jack slowly walking to the stairs are all amazing. With that being said, there wasn't anything else, production wise, that was game changing enough for this film to be considered one of the greatest Films of all time.

            FINAL THOUGHTS

I'm not judging this film by average filmmaking, this is suppose to be the one of the greatest Films of all time. And I didn't see it. The acting overall was relatively average, saved only by Jack Nicholson and that boy(I'm gonna look up his name after this lol). The script was ok. The execution was not all that great. The production value/style had it's moments but it wasn't that great or scary. I wonder why Stephen King didn't like this movie, maybe it's because of some of the reasons I brought up?

Roses are red

Violets are blue,

Life can be full of dread

But Alice, I love you,

My mind may feel dead

But I hope your heart can create something new.

His mind was disjointed

And his toenails were oddly pointed,

His lips were stuck tight

And this gave his date a horrible fright.

He was sad and lonely

For his pick-up lines were thought out poorly,

So he ran home and ignored all his brothers,

The only women that he will ever need is his mother.

"NO, STOP! PLEASE, GOD!"

"It's going to be ok James! I swear to you, it will all be ok!"

    That was a lie. I knew that it was not going to be ok. These people took us for no reason, NONE. Now I am here, strapped to a table, alone in the darkness. There's only one window, with a shape of a cross, and it sits directly above my head. The only sound that was present was the constant screaming from James and the yelling of the others in the asylum. To think that today was such a good day until now. I was laying down by the lake, looking at the sky, and thinking about the times. Unfortunately, I am now here  listening to people's screams.

    Suddenly, four people walked into my room, all of them males. Three of them had pen and paper while the last was just staring at me methodically.

"Hello William. How do you feel?"

"How di I feel? You kidnaped me and my best friend for no reason!"

"Oh, but there is a reason."

"Well, what is this "reason?""

"We received troubling information from a few of Watts's residents."

"What information?"

"You know what you did, William."

"I don't! I was just minding my own business by the lake until you bastards came and took me away!"

    The man wiped his forehead while letting out a deep breath. "Todd, go ahead and start the Shocker.

"What? No wait!"

   But it was too late. The pain was bad, but the faces of the cold, stern men just looking at me with no expressions was the worst part. The pain was so unbearable that after they shut it off, I was beginning to weep a cataract down my face.

"Admit it."

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"Again!"

"Wait, no please! AHHH!"

"ADMIT IT!"

"I didn't do anything, I swear to god!"

"Ha, funny. Again!"

    They shocked me two more times before I passed out from the pain. when I woke, I was strapped tightly in a bed.  This was the first of many nights that this would happen. I would scream for what felt like hours, then hear the screams of James and a few other patients for the rest of the night. I would go weeks without showering. I would often be forced to still be strapped to my bed even after I soiled it with my waste. At some point, I had had enough and decided to confess my crimes.

"So, you decided to finally admit your crimes?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I have laid in bed with another man."

"Who was this man?"

"His name is James. I've been hearing his screams and cries for months now. Is he ok?"

"Of course. He admitted his crimes a month ago. He's even been sent home."

    A sadness slowly creeped through my body. I wondered why I wasn't told, I would of said something a long time ago, but instead I am here. I am suffering. And now I am alone.

"You will be able to shower and go outside the facility for a short period of time. I understand that it's been about a week since you've gotten a nice, hot shower."

    The bastard, It had been two weeks since I've had a good shower. When the water hit my body, I felt a release of relief and happiness, one that can only be comparable to the feeling that many men feel when they hold their son or daughter for the first time. After the shower, one of the nurses took me outside where I could see the sky. It was the most beautiful sky that I have ever threw my eyes upon. I stood there for about five minutes until I was escorted back to my room. At this point, being strapped in my bed was my life now, it was all I knew. I laid in the quiet for about an hour until I heard a voice say, "William."

"Who was that? Where are you!?"

"It's James."

"James? My love?" I said while my voice cracked.

"It is me."

"I don't understand, where are you?"

"I'm so sorry, my love, but I am dead."

"No. I must be going insane. They told me that you were released a month ago!"

"Do you really believe anything that comes out of their mouths? There's no leaving here. They killed me William."

"I am so sorry. Please, take me with you, get me out of this hell."

"It's not your time yet, but I will get you out of here."

"Really? But when? How?

"No time to explain, the men that tortured us are on the way here right now. Just let us handle It."

"Us? But-"

"Good evening William."

"Good evening."

"Now, we got some things planned for you today. After we finish, you will be able to go home and see-" Before he could finish his sentence, his neck snapped off his head. The other men in the room screamed in terror, but before they could run for safety, all of their heads snapped off as well. I should of been horrified, yet I wasn't. I decided to rejoice In the deaths of these monsters.

"HAHAHA!" I yelled viscously.

"Go William. We will handle the rest."

    As I walked through the asylum and out of that hell-hole, I realized something. I was wrong before, THIS is the most beautiful sky I have ever laid my eyes upon. All of the blood floated in the air and halted, forming the shape of a skull. Before I left, I looked back, one last time, and said, "Thank you, my love."

I think of being remembered

I think of winning high awards

I think of changing lives that are drastically hindered

I think of being more than what I'm moving towards

I think of being a warming lover

I think of being a loving father

I think of leaving this world to see my grandmother

I think of not being a bother

I think of sharing myself with all of you

I think of being remembered.

    The sounds of heaven's gates opening, the feeling of joy after getting straight A's in school, the tears that pour when you see your favorite artist live, this is what I feel when I see you. My love, you are my everything. you complete my mind, body, and soul. I cried this morning when I saw you in your blue dress. There's never been anything more astonishing than you. You are more beautiful than the seven wonders of the world; You are THE wonder that the world should cherish. I know today will be a magical day because I know that no one deserves this more than you.

             Happy Birthday, My Love

Bleed for me and you will see, 

I am kind and full of loyalty

Now go and kill my enemies,

Then sing of their skin's consistency

Make the eyes into meatball soup,

And the intestines into a fried loop

When you are all done and fed,

I will crown you, the new King Of The Dead.

  Her stare peirced my eyes and her smile attracted me like the sun attracts a flower. I wish she was here. I wish it were real. I wish the world could feel the pain that I feel.But she's gone now, and only her spiritual essence remains. That's why I must let go. Even though my heart feels like an egg being dropped on the floor, I can be with you no longer. I hoped that she would understand and let go. However, with one quick turn of her head, my neck snapped and I fell dead.

   She smoked and she smoked until she became the smoke. She flew her poison through the air and when it reached the baby's room, it was nothing but despair. The house soon ignited, and everyone's minds are now enlightened. The danger is truly dangerous, and we know now that it's effect is vicious. More and more like her everyday, it's the saddest story we've had to date. Heavy and uneasy, her soul was never breezy. Now, she and her loves must rest easy.

    I killed, I lied, I stole, and I died, thus marking my first date with God. Strangely, he had the anatomical structure of a human, but I couldn't see his face. It was canopied in a shining gold light. He spoke with a deep and imposing voice that would make the likes of Jeremy Irons and James Earl Jones jealous. I expected him to sentence me to the very depths of hell; Billions of souls screaming for forgiveness or Mercy while flowing in the unforgiving hellfire. Then I heard, "One more chance to write your wrongs, and the wrongs of others." I was shocked, and so were all of the angels that were standing by. I wanted to say so many things but before I knew it, I was sitting on a couch watching a video of Planet Earth. I realized then and there that I needed to right my wrongs and do what God willed. For the next several months, I worked at homeless shelters, gave food to those in need, and I even gave speeches at local schools advising kids not to steal or hang with anyone who treats you like your nothing to them. I did so many things, but my biggest moment of redemption came when I decided to turn myself in for the murder of Billy Thomas, a 12 year old boy I killed during a crossfire with a rival gang. I had managed to escape my Justice by threatening the poor boys parents into keeping their mouths shut. So, I traveled back to Los Angeles, and turned myself in... Along with my accomplishes. At the end of my trial, I was sentenced 30 years to life in prison. Surprisingly, It was the happiest day of my life. Prison was much like I expected, gangs and abuse by both inmates and guards alike. I was trying my best to stay positive while serving my sentence and for the most part, I did. Until one day, two men entered my cell and said, "This is what happens to snitches!" I remember every Stab and every tear that went down my face. And then there was light. My second date with God had arrived, but this time, I saw his face. This time, he opened the gates of heaven to me.