Impeccable Direction -- "The Shining".

If the 80's could have its top thriller narrators, it is without dubiety Stanley Kubrick. With his exemplary camerawork and masterful usage of metaphors and his inexplicably gluing narration, "The Shining" occurs to me as one of my most revered horror/thriller movs.

"The Shining" in proven truth, "shines".

Jack Torrance (a riveting but in seldom times disappointing Jack Nicholson) is a in his writing block therefore accepting a winter caretaker job for Overlook Hotel. Him and his wife and son moves to the hotel with Jack aware of the place history: the last caretaker had 'cavin fever' and brutally killed his wife and two daughters. They settled and Jack finds himself going nowhere; his son Danny figures things about himself--particularly about his 'gift' and the darkness within the hotel; Wendy, Jack's wife being, well...the wife.

Darkness exploded as though a supernova in the event Jack was consumed by his frustration in writing and rather his alcoholism and most rather the inexplicable entity within the vicinity. An unsettling mix of horrifying ghostly apparitions and terrifying upend-ings of Jack's mind delivers the movie from the dilemma to the climax sets the movie in an incredibly chilling fashion.

As a ghost movie, 'The Shining' is a frenzy of dullness--there the irony goes--therefore a failure. As a thriller that is so thrilling, reiterating: with Kubrick's narration and impeccable direction, the movie is in its most glaring gleam.

I was exasperated with myself for getting this on video 32 years too late.

Albeit the movie takes advantage of the metaphor that is usually sighted in the pages: "flooding of blood in the hotel"; "the floating petal"; and "the picture"; it is unfaithful in some details like having the room number changed from 217 to 237. With that statement so solidly said, the outcome of 'the Shining' is still revered like the novel from Stephen King.

The acting I won't be complacent about. Except for some parts wherein Jack Nicholson is coming brittle. The reason, I guess is perhaps he set the bars too high therefore I expect too much. But in sum, Nicholson's act is commendable.

The camerawork that Kubrick developed is worth all of my present talking. The motion-capture in scenes which features Danny on his toy vehicle and while running from his now psychotic dad is masterful. No trolling.

While writing this review, I struggle to find eloquent words suggesting greatness that will fit. That is how I loved this movie.