To me, this is the ultimate scary movie. It scares you, but in a clever way. It's somewhat of a mixture of a psychological thriller and horror flick. Unlike many scary movies, you never know what's coming next. It just gets more and more weird, and more and more scary. I don't know if I would ever feel comfortable in Jack Nicholson's presence after watching this.
Nicholson takes a job managing a hotel that is closed down for the winter and moves in with his wife and son. He's a writer and figures he can get paid for watching the place, but also get his novel written. He just starts to lose it more and more throughout the film. The one thing I always remember that was the most scary isn't him axing through a door saying, "Here's Johnny," or the little boy writing murder backwards on the wall. It's Nicholson sitting down at his typewriter to write, then typing pages and pages of "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." When his wife finds it, and realizes he's losing it, I get chills.
Nicholson takes a job managing a hotel that is closed down for the winter and moves in with his wife and son. He's a writer and figures he can get paid for watching the place, but also get his novel written. He just starts to lose it more and more throughout the film. The one thing I always remember that was the most scary isn't him axing through a door saying, "Here's Johnny," or the little boy writing murder backwards on the wall. It's Nicholson sitting down at his typewriter to write, then typing pages and pages of "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." When his wife finds it, and realizes he's losing it, I get chills.











