In my teens I read the novella on which this film is based. It was a miserable experience which only young-reader-stamina got me through. It featured many familiar King motifs, but unlike his better novels proceeded to whomp the reader over the head with them for a good 200-300 pages.
The Mist the movie does exactly the same. A very VERY simple idea of a supermarket under siege by something unspeakable is dragged out over two interminable hours. Unpleasant characters squabble and bicker, no black humour is present and while there are undoubtedly parallels in modern America (the sheer glee with which your religious right hopes for apocalypse) the point is made and made and re-made to the point of redundancy.
To make matters worse, none of this is in the remotest frightening. There is no sense of dread in the mist, no suspense and quite honestly no point.
Add to this an unnecessarily grim ending, and you've got two unpleasant hours of your life passed. Yawn.
The Mist the movie does exactly the same. A very VERY simple idea of a supermarket under siege by something unspeakable is dragged out over two interminable hours. Unpleasant characters squabble and bicker, no black humour is present and while there are undoubtedly parallels in modern America (the sheer glee with which your religious right hopes for apocalypse) the point is made and made and re-made to the point of redundancy.
To make matters worse, none of this is in the remotest frightening. There is no sense of dread in the mist, no suspense and quite honestly no point.
Add to this an unnecessarily grim ending, and you've got two unpleasant hours of your life passed. Yawn.