“Doctor Sleep” a delightfully chewy sequel to “The Shining”
‘Doctor Sleep’ a delightfully chewy sequel to ‘The Shining’
When you hear “Doctor Sleep,” you might think this is another movie about a Marvel Universe character or maybe the title of a Motley Crue song from 1985, but this is actually a decades-down-the-road sequel to “The Shining,” which is only one of the greatest horror masterpieces ever made.
Talk about an intimidating challenge. As they used to say about Chicago politics, this ain’t beanbag.
Kudos to writer-director Mike Flanagan for having the fortitude to address the Big Wheel tricycle in the room by not only referencing specific sets and shots from Stanley Kubrick’s 1980 masterpiece but casting new faces in certain roles made famous in the original film.
(Not that Flanagan embarked on this journey from scratch. That would be insane. “Doctor Sleep” is based on Stephen King’s 2013 sequel to the 1977 novel “The Shining,” which, of course, served as the basis for Kubrick’s film.)
“Doctor Sleep” is set mainly in the present day, in which Danny Torrance (Ewan McGregor, doing brilliant work) is an alcoholic drifter who remains haunted by the horrific trauma he and his mother suffered all those years ago. Danny still has “the shine,” but he tries to drown out those extrasensory gifts by crawling inside a bottle nearly every night.
Broken to the point where he looks like he’d welcome a knock on the door from the Grim Reaper, Danny stumbles into the small town of Frazier, New Hampshire, where a kind local named Billy Freeman (the wonderful Cliff Curtis) helps Danny get a place to stay and takes him to Alcoholoics Anonymous meetings, where Danny meets a doctor (Bruce Greenwood) who gets Danny a job at a hospice.
Danny’s shining powers are actually put to rather lovely use at the hospice, as he can sense when someone is about to die and can give that individual a feeling of peace and reassurance there’s something out there for the human soul beyond death. (Hence, “Doctor Sleep.”)
THE END. Danny helps comfort others and thus saves himself!
Come on. This is a Stephen King horror story.
While Danny’s working out his issues in Small Town USA, a band of vampirelike beings called the True Knot is roaming the country and feeding off the “steam” (essentially the souls) of children who have been gifted with the ability to shine. (The stronger the shine, the more power the members of the True Knot gain by ingesting their steam.)
The True Knot kind of reminded me of a demented version of a Fleetwood Mac tour, with Rebecca Ferguson as the Stevie Nicks of the group — one Rose the Hat, so named because she’s Rose and she won’t go anywhere without her badass black hat. They even have a cool tour bus, the better to travel the land, feeding off young souls.
Quips aside, there’s nothing light or satirical about the cold-souled manner in which Rose and her cohorts murder their victims and consume their essence. A sequence involving a boy (Jacob Tremblay) who vanishes after a baseball game is tough to watch.