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Undeterred, Mike is led up to the room, which he finds depressingly normal. Except its soon apparent that things… aren’t. There are just little oddities - mints reappearing on his pillow, the sink sprays hot water instead of cold. Small things. Nothing to worry about. Then later, it gets a bit more uncomfortable: the thermostat is stuck at 80 degrees. Mike’s hand is slammed in the window. The alarm clock spontaneously plays “We’ve Only Just Begun” at full volume. It’s a bit disquieting, but, then, with the right soundtrack, it could be a scene out of The Money Pit. Mike soldiers on. Then he starts hearing voices. He starts seeing people. And other things. Odder things. Things that you can’t pass off on tricks of the light or hypnagogic hallucination. By the time he realizes that 1408 is for real, it’s almost certainly too late and Mike is fighting to hold onto his sanity for as long as he can - if he hasn’t lost it already. The bulk of the credit for making 1408 work goes, of course, to John Cusack, who is essentially putting on a one man performance. The other characters (Tony Shalhoub, Mary McCormick, and Jasmine Jessica Anthony) round the story out very well, and Mr. L. Jackson is a dynamite mood-setter in the first half-hour (when Sam Jackson is afraid of something, so should be you). It really is the Mike Enslin show, though, so it was indescribably important that the filmmakers found a lead as eminently watchable as Cusack is. I’m honestly hard pressed to think of any other actor that could have made this movie — he manages to play Mike in all his jaded, sarcastic, sad-sack glory and still fully engages you for nearly one hundred and fifty minutes. His range is really on display, and there are plenty of moments that could have fallen dead on arrival but instead get totally sold in his reactions. Naturally, the set of 1408 needs to be just as dynamic as our hero, and that, too, is handled with a great deal of class. The room manages to be a brilliant kind of boring that appears totally unremarkable and you no doubt recognize from a hundred different vacation slumberholes, yet somehow becomes infinitely filmable whenever the movie needs it to be. There are lots of doors, windows, oddball angles; things that give the set a lot of versatility even when it isn’t falling down around us or bursting into flames. King has been quoted several times about the three audience reactions that authors of his genre hope their work will inspire — terror, a head reaction; horror, a physical reaction; and the gross-out, a gut reaction. What makes 1408 such a success is that it understands all three and knows how to use them in the right doses. It will never just let the cat scramble out of the corner and crash some cymbals on the soundtrack, or sink into grimy torture-porn repulsions. 1408 will reach beyond that. You won’t be just scared or sickened; you’ll be unnerved. With very little flourish, it knows how to show you that something unnatural is in 1408 - and whether it is Creep A or Jump B or Shock C, it will get to you and it won’t let go easily. In short, 1408 really manages to hit all the right notes. It’s scary, it’s funny, and it’s clever in getting inside both Mike Enslin’s head and your own. It’s rare that I recommend a film without reservations, but this is one that I don’t have to follow up with a “however…” or an “only if…” 1408 is unquestionably the best SK adaptation in recent memory and one of the best horror movies I’ve seen in years. There is no good reason you shouldn’t be watching this movie tonight.
I think that's one of the biggest things that makes this film so frightening and fascinating. Hell is personal. It's everyone you've ever loved turning on you, turning away from you, dying in front of you. It's the horror of your own mortality and the certainty that death is no escape. It's the past that you'll never put behind you because it confronts you at every turn. Hell isn't other people. Hell is the inside of your own head, where other people are only broken records playing in your memory, and even when they're in front of you they will never be able to reach. Even with all of that, I was surprised at the Chicken Soup for the Horror Lover's Soul message of the movie. Again, maybe that's just a King thing with which I'm not sufficiently familiar. But when we get to the end of the film and the protagonist says, "Sometimes you can't get rid of bad memories. You just have to live with them," it has the ring of conviction. This isn't really a movie about inhuman torture; it's about the very human need to cope. On some level we are our private horrors, and to deny them is to deny who we are. It may not be inspirational exactly, but I find that a lot more truthful and authentic than anything in the Saw franchise.
1. But probably not, because I still didn't like Identity.
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Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
The story this film was based on was almost never written. Stephen King originally created the first few pages of '1408' for his nonfiction book, "On Writing," as an example of how to revise a first draft. The story, however, intrigued him, and he wound up not only finishing a complete draft, but adapting it for an audio-book compilation of short stories. Groovy Quotes
Bookseller: But, seriously, Mike, if I want to see a real live ghost, where’s my best bet?
Gerald Olin: You do drink, don't you?
Mike Enslin: Just give me the key! Listen, I stayed at the Bixby House. I brushed my damn teeth right next to the tub where Sir David Smith drowned his whole family and I stopped being afraid of vampires when I was twelve. Do you know why I can stay in your spooky old room Mr. Olin? Because I know that ghoulies and ghosties and long-legged beasties don't exist. And even if they did, there’s no God to protect us from them, is there?
Gerald Olin: A few years ago a young maid from El Salvador found herself locked in the bathroom. She was only there for a few moments, but when we pulled her out she was...
Mike Enslin: Where is the bone-chilling terror? Show me the rivers of blood! It’s just a room. Mike Enslin: There’s a sofa, a writing desk, a faux-antique armoire, floral wallpaper. Carpet’s unremarkable, except for a stain beneath a thrift store-store painting of a schooner lost at sea. The work is done in the predictably dull fashion of Currier & Ives. The second painting is of an old woman reading bedtime stories — a Whistler knockoff — to a group of deranged children as another Madonna and child watch from the background. It does have a vague air of menace. The third and final painfully dull painting is the ever-popular “The Hunt.” Horses, hounds and constipated British lords. Smart smartass spoke about the banality of evil. If that’s true, then we’re in the seventh circle of Hell. It does have its charms. Mike Enslin: [at the minibar] Eight dollars for Beer Nuts? This room *is* evil! Mike Enslin: Let's "Encyclopedia Brown" this bitch. Mike Enslin: They say you can't die in your dreams... is that true? Mike Enslin: Hotels are a naturally creepy place... Just think, how many people have slept in that bed before you? How many of them were sick? How many... died? Evil Voice on the Phone: Eight. This is eight. We have killed your friends. Every friend is now dead. Six. This is six.
Mike Enslin: Why don't you just kill me?
Evil Voice on the Phone: Even if you leave this room, you can never leave this room! Mike Enslin: Stay scared. DVD Review
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