Given the horror movies that Hollywood has recently churned out I was more than a little sceptical about the offerings of this film, I just didn’t think I had the patience to sit through yet another ‘torture porn’ flick. Ripping off the classic saying, this film is testament to that one should not judge a film by its genre but if must, judge by its director.
The Mist is another Stephen King novella adaptation that Frank Darabont can add to his roster of great works which include The Shawshank Redemption and The Green Mile … (need I say more). The story follows David Drayton (Thomas Jane) a movie poster artist whose local community in Maine is enveloped by a strange mist that holds blood-thirsty creatures. He along with his son and dozens of others finds themselves trapped in a supermarket where they are witness to the painful fact that, fear changes everything.
Without giving too much away this film could be described as a visual political philosophy lesson of Hobbes state of nature. But what I found most compelling in this depiction of the demise of humanity was not what happened but rather how quickly it occurred, this is especially true in the final scenes. I’ve always considered myself as having a relatively high level of patience, but who can say they know for certain how they would react if they found themselves in an equally traumatic situation. Which leaves me to ask; If our lives are motivated by hope, what do we become when that hope is gone?
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