James Caan plays writer Paul Sheldon. When he crashes his car in a ferocious snow-storm, it proves to be a very bad day for him. For Annie Wilkes, it proves to be an improbably good day, for not only does she find and rescue him from the wreckage, but the situation allows her to look after a hero of hers – she is an his ‘number one fan’ – as he convalesces in her spacious home.
Every actor in this small cast has been blessed with a wonderfully expressive face. Director Rob Reiner seems very happy to film a lot of moments in close-up. This leads us to appreciate every raised eyebrow, every wistful look into space and to determine exactly the kind of mood Annie happens to be in on her latest visit to Sheldon’s sickbed. The camera often almost zooms into her face as she walks into a scene – most effectively following the film’s most harrowing scene which guarantees more than a wince, when she coos ‘God, I love you.’
She has his books set aside as soon as they are released, she has a documented – notorious even – history of violent, murderous behaviour, she walks around town with her pet pig and is clearly a tolerated local eccentric. And yet it takes local Sheriff Buster – yes, that’s right (Richard Farnsworth), forever to conclude she may have something to do with his disappearance. Farnsworth has also been blessed with eloquent features, and we immediately warm to Buster’s kindly ways. Which is just as well, because otherwise our patience would be sapped by his inability to recognise the blatantly obvious.
So while the story takes a lot of investing into – the coincidence of Annie’s hero falling into her proverbial lap, and the Sheriff’s hopelessness – the cast and stark direction gives the production its legendary status.
I really enjoyed this film which is very much in the Hitchcock tradition. All the acting is strong including the support parts and James Caan is a superb lead. The plot is not too far fetched although the film perhaps could have been shorter. If you liked this film Then you might also like the Clint Eastwood film “Play misty for me”.
I do not always like Stephen King adaptations but this is superb.
I think because I am involved in writing and have suffered targeted abuse by a deranged madwoman just like this.
It is really true to life re female psychopaths. Most TV crime drama and films manblame a lot, make the psychos male and the victims always young and female (and do not blame men for that as 80% crime novel readers and biggest TV/film crime fans are women).
The instability of this deranged woman is very true to life. Women like this really do exist and often play the victim to perfection, with what I call victim-signalling.
Possibly the best adaptation of a Stephen King book, with Stand by Me.
5 stars