A simple yet proud farmer in the year 1922 conspires to murder his wife for financial gain, convincing his teenage son to participate. (IMDB).
This isn’t my usual type of thing. Especially around this time of the year. November and December are for Hallmark movies and movies about Christmas like Home Alone, Trading Places and Shawshank Redemption (I don’t know but this movie comes on TV every year at this time).
But, I saw Stephen King’s name on it and my curiosity (Or my penchant for torturing myself) got the better of me and I clicked on it.
The story, 1922, by Stephen King, isn’t a full novel. It is a novella he published back in 2010. Recently, Netflix went in and made it into a movie starring Thomas Jame (The Punisher), Molly Parker (House of Cards), Dylan Schmid (Once Upon a Time, Stonados), Neal McDonough (Walking Tall, Captain America) and Kaitlyn Bernard (The Healer.)
A few people are saying this movie sucks because it’s not scary. If that’s your thinking then you don’t know Stephen King very well. And you should go back and read a few of his other works then come back to this one. Stephen isn’t about the scaring you–that’s not his thing. His whole deal is messing with your mind–putting a thought in your head then crank on it until your brain explode or you jump out a window. That’s Stephen King’s deal.
The Cinematography in this movie is crisp and flawless, the colour, movement of the camera, everything was set up in a way for maximum terror. Sure, nothing really jumps out of the dark at you, but the movie proved that even though the human mind is a very strong thing, it is fragile and often times easily broken.
Thomas Jane plays the lead role of Wilfred James, a farmer who is quite happy being a farmer. He believes the city is for fools and he is not leaving his farm. I watched the movie halfway through before I realize who the actor was. The makeup up on him, his voice, the way he moved his body, everything conspired to hide his true identity–bravo!
Molly Parker played Wilfred’s wife Arlette. The character seemed strong but in every sense of the word is naïve to the evils of the world and that evil could be the man who sleeps next to her at nights. She wants to sell her land and move to the city with or without Wildred and she is taking their son with her.
But–like Wilfred said “In 1922, a man’s pride was a man’s land, and so was his son.”
The movie made my skin crawl. It dug into my brain and twisted it, forcing me to jump out of my seat. It broke my heart, kept it into tiny pieces until the very end of the movie then smashed those pieces to into smaller bits of themselves. The human mind his a powerful tool when its working for you. But if its broken, wounded – it can be your worse nightmare.
All through watching this flick, I kept thinking of Hamlet. I kept repeating that one line over and over from Hamlet “The play’s the thing to catch the conscience of the king.”
It is a fantastic movie but you have to go into it not expecting horror, but mind games.
Stephen King has proven, again, why he is the master.
1922 – now Streaming on Netflix.