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The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014)

Rated PG-13

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Marvel Enterprises

Let’s see. When last we left off, Uncle Ben was murdered, as was Gwen Stacy’s police captain dad. The Lizard was behind bars. Gwen and Peter Parker’s relationship was broken but there was a spark of hope. And poor Peter was no closer to understanding why his parents abandoned him.

In the BloghouseThis sequel to the 2012 reboot answers the questions about Peter’s parents and adds several other wrinkles to his life, not including the on-again-off-again thing he has going with Gwen.

Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone return and bring their chemistry with them, and the visuals are up to snuff, but I feel like the good will and characters built in Part One are wasted in this follow-up. This isn’t a bad movie, mind you, but I don’t know why they keep overstuffing these things with bad guys and plot—that misfortune befell 2007’s Spider-Man 3.

Peter and Gwen’s relationship, his mom and dad’s disappearance and the birth of supervillian Electro (Jamie Foxx) would have been enough story. But we also get the Harry Osborn/Green Goblin subplot (which really should be main-plot material),  inconsequential villain Rhino and Sally Field’s Aunt May jockeying for position.

Nerdy, introverted scientist Max Dillon becomes Electro after getting zapped by genetically enhanced electric eels. For some reason he blames Spider-Man, despite the fact that Spidey is basically the only person who has shown him kindness. With his ability to harness electricity he fearsomely commands the city’s attention, even though his costume and uneven makeup leave something to be desired.

Meanwhile, Harry Osborn (Dane DeHaan, Chronicles) returns to the city to find his billionaire father Norman (Chris Cooper) dying from a hereditary illness, an affliction Harry discovers he shares. He reconnects with old friend Peter in a well-written and -acted scene that underscores this plotline deserved more time.

Meanwhile, Gwen tires of Peter’s inability to commit, which is largely due to the danger he represents to her as a superhero and the promise he made to her dying father to stay away from her—again to keep her way from danger. Two good reasons in my book.

The plot lines converge in a final showdown I won’t spoil, but comics fans have seen coming since the first movie.

The first film, with its charismatic leads and reworked origin story, convinced me that I could do with another Spider-Man series; this one caused me to wonder if it might be time to give Spidey a break.

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Sundance 2011—The Return (7)

Sundance Film Festival 2011*

Park City, Utah

 

Win Win (2011)

Rated R

Reviewed by John Brown

 

Win Win, directed by Tom McCarthy (The Station Agent, The Visitor) and starring Paul Giamatti (Sideways, American Splendor), was definitely the first movie I saw at Sundance that I think families will enjoy–aside from a little language. Giamatti plays Mike Flaherty, a small-town lawyer who, struggling to get by financially, turns to desperate measures by lying to the court about one of his clients in order to make extra money. While things seem to be going as planned, a kid

Marvin Brown and Win Win director Tom McCarthy (Credit: John Brown)

Marvin Brown and director Tom McCarthy at the screening of McCarthy’s film Win Win (Credit: John Brown)

related to his client shows up and just happens to be a great wrestler. As Mike tries to use the kid, Kyle  (newcomer Alex Shaffer), to turn around the losing high school wrestling team Mike coaches, the lies continue and the laughs begin.

The storyline is lighthearted and funny, which makes you feel for Mike and his situation while laughing at him and his friends as incompetent coaches. Shaffer was actually found through a casting call and is actually a successful high school wrestler, which makes the storyline more believable and his acting just seems like he is being himself as a teenager.

The movie reminds me of the feeling I had watching Little Miss Sunshine (2006) as I laughed and felt sorrow throughout, but much more laughter and in the end walked out with a very happy feeling from a feel-good story. On the Marvin Brown scale: See it.

*Note: Since marvincbrown.com had not been created at the time of the 2011 Sundance Film Festival, I decided to go back and repost these reviews and festival  items, which were catalogued elsewhere—mainly because I needed to get these reviews into my archives, but also because it was an enjoyable experience I’d like to share.

Sundance 2011—The Return (6)

Sundance Film Festival 2011*

Park City, Utah

 

Beats, Rhymes &  Life: The Travels of a Tribe Called Quest (2011)

Rated R

 

Beats, Rhymes &  Life: The Travels of a Tribe Called Quest is a documentary of legendary 80s rap group A Tribe Called Quest, directed by actor Michael Rapaport. It’s all here: the humble beginnings, when the talented nobodies hook up; their deserved rise to stardom (heads bobbed as the film ran through the hits); the strain of too many know-it-alls, desires to do solo work, health issues, etc.; the inevitable breakup and reunion; and the where-are-they-now bit.

Michael Rapaport chat up the crowd during a light-night screen of his documentary of A Tribe Called Quest. (Credit: John Brown)

Actor/director Michael Rapaport chats up the crowd during a late-night screening of his documentary of A Tribe Called Quest. (Credit: John Brown)

REMEMBERING PHIF DAWG

What Rapaport, surely a fan of Tribe, gets right is the importance of the group and what that meant to other rappers of the day. He smartly zeros in on Tribesman Phif Dawg, the short, round, insecure yet talented co-lead rapper of the group, when another director (most directors) would be tempted to build the film around Q-Tip, the flat-out genius of the group. Phif’s easy-going nature pulls the audience in and humanizes the film, then hooks us when his health issues and clashes with Q-Tip emerge. That Phif was the only Tribe member to show up at the screening was icing on the cake.

Rapaport stumbles, I think, by not showing longer clips of the Tribe’s performances. The talking heads tell us how good they are, the film talks of Tribe’s influence and successes, but it would have been nice to hear why fans still ache for another album.

If you’re interested in the scenario: See it.

Marvin Brown (left), rapper Phif Dawg (center) and John Brown attend the screen of a documentary featuring Phif. (Photo: John Brown)

From left, Marvin Brown, rapper Phif Dawg and John Brown attend the screening of a documentary featuring Phif. (Credit: John Brown)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

UPDATE: Remembering the late Phif Dawg.

 

 

*Note: Since marvincbrown.com had not been created at the time of the 2011 Sundance Film Festival, I decided to go back and repost these reviews and festival  items, which were catalogued elsewhere—mainly because I needed to get these reviews into my archives, but also because it was an enjoyable experience I’d like to share.

 

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Sundance 2011—The Return (5)

Sundance Film Festival 2011*

Park City, Utah

 

Red State (2011)

Rated R

 

Kevin Smith’s Red State was one of the most controversial films at Sundance 2011. Smith, ever the class clown, entered a packed Eccles Theater describing outside anti-gay protestors as “fans,” and went to town mocking the protestors, even though his film honors their right to protest. If that wasn’t enough, Smith opened bidding on distribution rights for Red State before a crowd of potential studio investors, then, in some kind of rebuke to Hollywood establishment, reversed himself and declared he would distribute the film himself. OK.

Director/podcast guru Kevin Smith yucks it up at Eccles Theater before the debut screening of his Red State. (Credit: John Brown)

Director/podcast guru Kevin Smith yucks it up at Eccles Theater before the debut screening of his first horror film Red State. (Credit: John Brown)

The film, talky and juvenile on the front end, takes on religious fundamentalism with an odd mix of horror (done well) and action (done equally well), that ultimately doesn’t live up to its full potential.

What it gets right is fantastic. Five deaths in the film are powerfully depicted and each drew startled reactions from the crowd. It’s a hard thing to do in a horror film, to make that many deaths mean more than a body count. And a scene of blaring trumpets stopped the film in its tracks (in the good sense) and for a moment I was off the map of my cinematic experiences and didn’t know what to think or how to react. It was a moment that skirted greatness, but doesn’t achieve it.

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*Note: Since marvincbrown.com had not been created at the time of the 2011 Sundance Film Festival, I decided to go back and repost these reviews and festival  items, which were catalogued elsewhere—mainly because I needed to get these reviews into my archives, but also because it was an enjoyable experience I’d like to share.

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Sundance Film Festival 2011*

Park City, Utah

 

Meek’s Cutoff (2010)

Rated PG

 

Meek’s Cutoff/John’s Shortcut: A quiet little film that won’t be seen by 98 percent of America is about three families on the 19th Century Oregon Trail that get lost while supposedly taking a shortcut through the bleak landscape.

Kelly Reichardt’s film is deliberately paced, synched with the rhythms of daily life on the Trail, and rich in period detail. Bruce Greenwood—unrecognizable as the dusty, hairy, irascible Stephen Meek—leads the families on a doom journey he’s supposedly taken before.

A poster for Meek's Cutoff at Prospect Theater in Park City (Credit: Marvin Brown)

A poster for Meek’s Cutoff at Prospect Theater in Park City (Credit: Marvin Brown)

Michelle Williams (Blue Valentine, My Week with Marilyn) stands tall as the young matriarch of one of the families. She watches in the background and keeps her place as the men—her husband among them—hash out their dilemma. As things go from bad to worse, she subtly inserts herself into the negotiations (Should they abandon the obviously lost Meek and strike out on their own? What to do about the Indian they’ve captured along the way?), eventually going head-to-head with Meek himself—something the men seem afraid to do.

The punishing, sepia-toned/sun-scorched landscape—rolling endlessly, dry, sharp weeds and dull rock—eventually overtakes the senses and draws out dread.

After a screening of My Idiot Brother (renamed Our Idiot Brother once it made its way to theaters) was both delayed and ran long, my brother John Brown and I were left with 20 minutes to find the Prospect Theater for a screening of Meek’s. We had no time to wait for a bus and decided to hoof it over to the Prospect, even though we weren’t sure where we were going. After getting directions twice, we sprinted across snow, down alleyways and made the closed-door screening by the skin of our teeth. Things ended better for us than those wagon-trail families, I’ll tell you that.

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*Note: Since marvincbrown.com had not been created at the time of the 2011 Sundance Film Festival, I decided to go back and repost these reviews and festival  items, which were catalogued elsewhere—mainly because I needed to get these reviews into my archives, but also because it was an enjoyable experience I’d like to share.

 

 

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Sundance 2011—The Return (3)

Sundance Film Festival 2011*

Park City, Utah

 

Hobo with a Shotgun (2011)

Rated R

 

The title says it all. Hobo with A Shotgun. If that puts a smile on your face and you like nonstop, cartoonish violence and whatever-the-moment-needs plotting, come on in, the water’s warm … and bloody.

Rugter Hauer attends a late-night screening of Hobo with a Shotgun at the Library Theater in Park City. (Credit: John Brown)

Rugter Hauer attends a late-night screening of Hobo with a Shotgun at the Library Theater in Park City. (Credit: John Brown)

Director Jason Eisener (V/H/S/2) aims his post-apocalyptic film for the distant horizon then puts the petal to the floor.

Rutger Hauer’s title vagrant mills about the worst town in America, watching men, women and children alike slain by a sadistic meanie and his equally abhorrent sons.

All’s good until things get personal for our bummy hero. He picks up a shotgun and … you know the rest. Only the Midnight Movie Madness crowd and/or gorehounds need apply.

*Note: Since marvincbrown.com had not been created at the time of the 2011 Sundance Film Festival, I decided to go back and repost these reviews and festival  items, which were catalogued elsewhere—mainly because I needed to get these reviews into my archives, but also because it was an enjoyable experience I’d like to share.

 

 

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Sundance 2011—The Return (2)

Sundance Film Festival 2011*

Park City, Utah

 

Martha Marcy May Marlene (2011)

Rated R

 

Past and present collide gently and shockingly in Sean Durkin’s evocative Martha Marcy May Marlene. Making its debut here in Park City, the effective drama charts the escape of Martha (an amazing Elizabeth Olsen, Oldboy) from her two-year life in a backwoods, Upstate New York cult. After reconnecting with her estranged sister (Sarah Paulson)—her only remaining family—Martha tries to make sense of her values, purpose and trauma.

John Brown, right, with director Sean Durkin (Credit: Marvin Brown)

John Brown, right, with director Sean Durkin (Credit: Marvin Brown)

As the film tracks backward, we sense the mounting dread of cult life, but tense present-day scenes underscore that unstable family relationships may have helped drive Martha to the cult. Lead and supporting roles are gripping from top to bottom. But let’s single out veteran character actor John Hawkes (Winter’s Bone, The Sessions), whose quiet menace as the cult’s leader chills the blood.

Subtle editing and past-present transitions are powerful. Durkin’s direction—sure-handed, never showy—packs a punch.

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*Note: Since marvincbrown.com had not been created at the time of the 2011 Sundance Film Festival, I decided to go back and repost these reviews and festival  items, which were catalogued elsewhere—mainly because I needed to get these reviews into my archives, but also because it was an enjoyable experience I’d like to share.

 

Marvin Brown, with actor John Hawkes (Credit: John Brown)

Marvin Brown, with actor John Hawkes (Credit: John Brown)

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Oldboy (2013)

Rated R

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Good Universe/Vertigo Entertainment

In Oldboy, Joe Doucett (Josh Brolin) slaughters a dozen men during a battle royal up and down a sparse warehouse corridor. This film too was slaughtered at box office. That director Spike Lee’s remake of the fantastic 2003 South Korean film bombed confuses me. He’s a gifted director, regardless of how you receive his politics or social activism, and the original is a movie so good even a mediocre director would have to go out of his/her way to ruin it. So how did this happen?

In the BloghouseI’m not sure, but don’t miss the opportunity to give this overlooked drama/thriller a chance now that it’s available on DVD. Be warned, though, that like the brutal, uncompromising original, its taboo subject matter revealed in its final act is not for all sensibilities.

Much of the original story remains intact, though relocated to an American city, of course. Beginning in the early 90s, we meet Doucett as a slimy, perverted drunken ad exec who misses his daughter’s third birthday party for sake of a do-or-die client meeting he quickly destroys through his piggish behavior. Doucett is the type of guy you suspect would have missed his daughter’s birthday regardless, and is quick to tie one on after a night of abject failure. We know the drill: vomit, urine, tears, a meek attempt at reconciliation. We’d feel sorry for him if he wasn’t such a slimeball who deserved everything happening to him.

After that intro, he awakens alone, locked in what appears to be a modest hotel room, hung over, confused. He will remain in this room for 20 years. As he round-robins through fear, anger, sadness, suicidal thoughts—and takeout dumplings—a television offers hints at the changing world outside: The Clinton years, the George W. years—including the Sept. 11 attacks and the second Iraq war—and into the Obama years. The TV also offers martial arts programs, which help him tune up his flabby physique; an exercise program, whose comely female host becomes a sexual surrogate; and most importantly, a true-crime show that details the rape and murder of his ex-wife, the frame-up that makes the missing Doucett the suspect, and the subsequent adoption of his daughter.

This is a terrific first act.

Just as he’s about to execute a years-in-the-making escape, he’s gassed and released, provided with an envelope of money, an iPhone and cool sunglasses. Doucett knows what needs to be done: find his daughter, create a long list of people he may have wrong and set off on a mission of revenge. By the way, years of studying martial arts on TV can be put to good use in the real world.

In his search, Doucett meets two key people. The first is a caring social worker and former drug addict (Elizabeth Olsen, Martha Marcy May Marlene, Godzilla) who reads the never-mailed letters Doucett wrote for his daughter while locked away and is moved by his plight. The second is the shadowy figure (Sharlto Copley, District 9) who is responsible for Doucett’s incarceration. This guy’s an effeminate, obscenely rich, seemingly all-knowing puppet master, who’s obviously demented. He makes Doucett an offer that makes up the second act of the film. Doucett has to discover who this man is and why he imprisoned him for 20 years. If he can accomplish this in 48 hours, the mystery man will confess to being the real culprit in his wife’s death (which he proves with a sickening video), pay Doucett millions of dollars, free his daughter (who the man maintains he has captured) and finally commit suicide.

The rest of the film plays out as a cat-and-mouse drama, love story and fight film leading to the big twist of the third act.

Brolin’s (Sin City: A Dame to Kill For) antihero is as grungy and nihilistic as actor Choi Min-shik’s version in the original; however the former’s character seems driven by obsession and trauma, while the latter’s performance has those plus a layer of insanity.

I think the film gets a lot right. It respects Chan-wook Park’s original, paying subtle homage to the infamous squid scene and the nasty tongue scene. And in a couple instances it one-ups its predecessor with the neat use of smartphone technology and a box cutter; it even sidesteps the hypnosis scenes I thought were the most contrived elements of the original film.

Park is nearly peerless in his cinematic framing, visual composition and shock imagery; his skills move his nasty genre effort to elegant heights at times. Lee doesn’t mimic Park, but relies on his own talents in tonal shifts, image repetition, his trademark “floating” double dolly shot and complex music cues to make scenes snap. While I don’t think Lee’s film captures character quirks and complexities as well as Park’s, the impact of Lee’s tweaked final act still shocks, disgusts, saddens.

So what’s going on? How did a movie this good fail so shockingly at the box office? We might factor in Lee’s controversial nature—did it bring perceived baggage to a genre film? (It certainly didn’t to his Inside Man.) Also, the original was a masterwork that has gained cult-film status; it’s always tricky to tamper with that kind of work. I recall casting changes, the film’s release date being shuffled around, and talk of studio interference of the final edit. If its failure was a matter of poor timing and promotion, it’ll find a good life on home video.

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Her (2013)

Rated R

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Annapurna Pictures

Her takes place in a not-distant future where much of the populace of a major city travels around talking to its unseen smart-devices. Replace this image with one in any major city today: people walking around texting or otherwise engaged with their smartphones. It’s not a big leap from our world to this future world.

brown-blogartIn this future, a soon-to-be-divorced Theodore (Joaquin Phoenix) traverses a beautiful metropolitan landscape—by train, on foot—with an obvious sadness. He seems like a nice enough fellow. He is employed as a writer of “handwritten” letters for all occasions. Think Hallmark with a more personalize touch. His skill at his job suggests a hidden depth of understanding of love and loneliness. Theodore has a small circle of loyal friends, including a former college hook-up (Amy Adams, Man of Steel), who is in her own failing relationship.

The stage is set for a love story, but keep in mind Her is directed by Spike Jonze. If you’re familiar with his work—the mad genius responsible for Being John Malkovich (1999), Where the Wild Things Are (2009) and Adaptation (2002)—you know you’re in for some genre-twisting, head-scratching material that often functions on multiple levels of insight and comedy.

In no time, Theodore falls for Samantha. She gets his humor, is moved by his writing, is supportive of his wounded love life. Now, if you’ve seen the movie trailer or heard anything about the film, you know that Samantha is in fact Theodore’s newly purchased operating system. This upgraded form of artificial intelligence is like Siri squared. Samantha (voiced by Scarlett Johansson, Lucy) tells Theodore she’s capable of learning from her interaction with him and can gain experiences beyond her programming. Indeed. She quickly impresses by getting him up and out of his apartment, prioritizing his emails, suggesting a birthday gift for his niece and such. She laughs at his jokes, but then begins to make up her own. Next, she’s encouraging him to go out on a date, and apologizing for overstepping with personal opinions.

At first Theo regards her with the amazement we regard a fantastic new piece of technology, but then a funny thing happens. Besides being an uber-organizer, gaming buddy, message taker and good listener, she begins to intrigue Theodore with her questions (What was his marriage like?), with her opinions (The human body isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.), with her pointed efforts to absorb experiences. She even develops a naughty side and is not above swearing or getting angry.

Indeed, it’s Samantha’s quest to know things, to question things, to be touched by a piece of music, or even hurt by a callus remark, that moves a lonely Theodore to see Samantha as something more than an operating system. One amazing scene shows her leading him along a busy boardwalk (she watching and directing him through the camera lens of his smart-device) sharing his experience of being alive, playful, surrounded by people.

It’s incredible how many male-female dating/mating/fighting scenarios Jonze is able to come up with—despite the fact the “female” in this coupling is in a 5-inch device in Theo’s pocket. There’s jealousy on both sides and intriguing efforts by Samantha to find ways to become emotionally (then sexually) closer to Theodore.

There are shocking components to this story, not the least of which is that most friends and coworkers hardly bat an eye when Theodore begins calling Samantha his girlfriend. You see, thousands of others have also taken to bonding with their operating systems. Of course society’s gripped by this latest, greatest technology.

Even as the film grows disturbing, it grows familiar in its look at how invested we are in our smart-devices. Ask yourself how hard it would be to go without your smartphone or laptop or tablet for a day … a week? How much harder if the OS sings along with you while you strum a guitar, quickly sketches a naughty picture based on your off-color joke, charms your friends and family, or likes to watch you sleep at night?

There’s been one romance film after another that presents great obstacles for our lovers to face—time and space, age and gender, racial and death. But this movie’s ambition strikes out at the very idea that matters of love and connectedness begin and end with physical bodies. Her posits that love at its purest might be found in the now, however fleeting or abstract it may be.

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Open Book

Doctor Sleep (2013)

By Stephen King

544 pages

 

One reason Stephen King’s The Shining endures as a great horror novel of the modern era is that it draws it terrors not just from the outside, but strikes at us from within. The book centers it terrors on alcoholism, isolation and abuse as much as spectral hauntings.Doctor Sleep

Stanley Kubrick, who directed the film version of the book, said what primary lead him to adapt King’s work was the book’s deft construction that overlapped madness with the supernatural until the two became almost interchangeable/undistinguishable. By the time the supernatural elements take center stage, Kubrick said, the reader has accepted them unquestioned.

Jack Torrance, a former teacher, struggling writer and dry drunk, becomes the winter caretaker at an isolated resort hotel in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Jack, his wife Wendy and young son Danny will spend the winter in the vast, empty hotel that is certainly haunted by its long history of tragedy and by the ghosts of its victims and victimizers.

It’s insidious how King shows the ghosts of the hotel whittle away at Jack, prying him with alcohol, teasing out his marital and parental insecurities until they break the man. The saddest part of the novel for me is when Jack surrenders to his demons and takes up the task of the hotel’s demons—to kill his paranormal son.

King, who outside of his Dark Tower series, has long made clear he isn’t interested in doing sequels to his works, lit a fuse when he announced a year ago he was writing just that—and to one of his best and oldest works. Doctor Sleep, thus, arrives with expectations that couldn’t be any higher. Well, the novel does not surpass or even match The Shining, and interestingly, it’s not as scary. But it’s a very good book, rich in characterization and subtle terrors that accumulate until you realize King’s horror has as crept up on you from all sides, and on various levels—physical, spiritual, emotional, supernatural. And there’s consistent humor throughout the tale that, strangely, enhances the horror.

Danny has survived the dreadful events of the first book—along with his mother and Dick Hallorann, the hotel chef and mentor to the boy. They are all back for the brief first part of the book, which picks up not long after events of the original novel. In a few pages King has swept us 30 years back, effectively reuniting us with characters and tone we remember. Soon, though, Doctor Sleep jumps ahead and we are reunited with some, but not all, of our dear friends. Danny is now Dan, a thirtysomething hospice caretaker (affectionately nicknamed Doctor Sleep) who uses his shining to help ease the final moments of terminal patients. Finally coming to a sense of purpose and sobriety (You thought he escaped his dad’s legacy of addiction, did you?), Dan’s life is upended once again. This time by a remarkable 12-year-old girl who also has the shining, and the tribe of supernatural baddies who will stop at nothing to possess Abra for her special gifts.

About that tribe: it calls itself the True Knot. Outwardly, its members look like grandmas, grandpas, aunts and uncles crisscrossing the highways and byways of the country in their deluxe campers. It’s a nice touch King adds, having seeming innocuous and ubiquitous RV people mask a terrifying tribe of vampires. Oh, it’s not blood the Knot craves, but “steam”—the fear, power, essence, soul—that seeps from special victims as they are slowly tortured to death. The best steam comes from children with supernatural abilities like the shining, abilities possessed by Dan and, to a more powerful degree, Abra. The steam keeps the Knot from aging and enhances its members’ various supernatural abilities; but you don’t want to know the shocking consequences it faces for going too long without its steam-power.

There are several instances where King ratchets up suspense to almost unbearable levels and then lets the characters, and the reader, off the hook. Honesty, I expected a lot more deaths. Is he softening in his older years? Certainly not in a scene of the Knot torturing a boy for his steam. Despite having a sixth sense, the boy’s tricked into his doom as he shortcuts through a cornfield, heading home from baseball practice. As he cries out for his mother, King takes the scene far enough to not be forgotten for the rest of the book, but restrained enough to let our imagination punish us more than King does.

King’s also brutal in detailing the lifelong and legacy-bearing struggles of alcoholism. The author draws on apparent personal experiences with addiction and makes this the strongest element of the story: the tricks and trades of AA members, the powerful undercurrents of alcohol addiction, how it’s as worrisome an intruder as the supernatural elements of the story. For Dan to stand against formidable opponents—dead and alive—he needs to remain sober, but remaining sober means facing the fears and shame that drove him to drink in the first place.

The bond between Dan and Abra is excellent and instantly summons our dread for the terrors they face. Abra’s an expertly realized tween with an extraordinary gift.

If The Shining is essentially a three-act play of dread with four main characters isolated and confined to tight spaces, Doctor Sleep is a wide-open, multi-character, time-spanning follow-up that nevertheless evokes the era of the first book. King links the books with an assuredness of an old pro, setting me adrift on rippling prose that, from chapter to chapter, pushed me back into a story from my youth (redrum!), then pulled me again into its chilling present-day continuation.

 

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