IV
The Stand. Part four. Let’s do this.
We open with the same twangy guitar
of plot progression that we’ve
come to know and love. It is September 10, where Harold and Nadine
are cutting a swath through Utah as the least threatening biker gang
ever. Although
for those just tuning in (10 years ago), they did just blow up a
pretty-boy deaf mute and a woman no one cared about anyway. So ... bully for them, I guess. Nadine is sporting an awesome red Isadora
Duncan scarf, suited perfectly to her pretty pink motorcycle. Harold
is, well, Harold. Harold is also being distracted by the sounds of
a pesky crow nearby. Which, if you’ve been paying attention up
to this point, you probably already know that Parker Lewis Can and
Will Lose His Life. As they round a corner, Harold gets his shit
together just in time to swerve his bike and avoid hitting Randall Flagg
and his wacky bubba teeth, thereby slingshoting himself over the guard
rail and off of a cliff.
Over in ... somewhere else, Stu drops
his thermos, bugs out his eyes and declares that “something happened” to
Harold, giving us a much needed recap of the first minute of the
movie, and making me tired of his character WAY too early in the writing
of this.
Back at Lauder’s Landing, Harold is, amazingly,
not dead. He’s
not looking too hot though. His leg is bent backwards at a really
horrifying angle, and he’s got a mean case o’the steak face. He
screams for Nadine to help him, but she just reminds him that they’re
both damned, makes her patented, “It’s so hard to be the
chosen bride of pure evil, let me furrow my brow in distress” face,
then rides away leaving Harold to the animals.
The Targhee (the what?
I know.) Pass. Idaho. September 11. Judge Farris drives his truck
down the road to “You were Fucked From
the Get-Go, Buddy”ville, stopping to admire a lovely crucifixion
on the way.
In some BFE town, two hapless lackeys,
one of whom may or may not be Sam and/or Ted Raimi, sit around playing
cards and waiting for the Judge to drive by. Lloyd pops in on a
walkie-talkie, reminding the lackeys not to “mark” him. The
lackeys abort their plan to run after Ossie Davis with capless sharpies. I
abort my plan to have a successful writing career because I just made
that joke. Lloyd
takes a long drag off of his cigarette, then wanders back to his
bedroom where a barely clothes Dana (the She Spy) is waiting for him. They
make thinly innuendoes sex talk, the get on with getting’ it on. My
mom has a mondo crush on Miguel Ferrer (big “Crossing Jordan” fan),
so I’m sure she approves of this scene.
Judge Farris drives his GMC FUBAR through the town
where SamTed and the other lackey (who I guess is named Dave) are waiting. They
pile into their own truck and head off after him, honking and flashing
their lights. ‘Cause you know, otherwise he wouldn’t
be able to figure which truck (in the empty city where there are
no other trucks) Dave and SamTed were trying to flag down. The
Judge pulls over and grabs his gun, because he knows it’s on. Dave
tries to make friends, but before subtlety can get him anywhere SamTed
decides to just go ahead and mow the Judge down with his giant machine
gun. A
big overzealous, he actually takes out Dave as well. SamTed is the
worst lackey ever. He goes to verify that the old man is dead,
but then suddenly Flagg is there. Flagg whines at SamTed that the
Judge has been “marked,” then decides to do a little marking
of his own and tears SamTed apart right there in the street. Yikes.
On the subject if, “yikes,“ back in the boudoir du Henreid,
I’m relatively certain I can make out the outline of Lloyd’s
wiener. The CB in the other room starts to chirp, and we get a
brief shot of Lloyd’s tiny undies as he goes to answer it. Flagg
is on the radio, sitting half in the open cab of the Judge’s truck,
half in the rain. His mouth is covered in blood, which makes me
wonder why, if you are already there, and you have the ability to EAT
PEOPLE, why do you even bother sending SamTed at all? Flagg bitches
that the Judge is “a wash,” then tells Lloyd that they have
to move on to spy #2. Which, if Dana were any kind of spy at all,
she’d be making exaggerated Dana-shaped dust clouds right about
now, rather than sleeping off the effects of Lloyd’s manhood in
the other room.
Lloyd, rather than going directly to his 90 lb girlfriend
in the other room, decides to go gather some henchmen. When he
finally does wake Dana, he is accompanied by not only about five random
guys, but also The Rat Man, Rose’s husband Bernard from “Lost,” and
the shrill gun happy bitch-faced girl that fucked up Nick and Tom’s
day back in Kansas. Lloyd does his best to manhandle Dana, but
she gives him your typical line of “I’m about to eat it but
I can still insult your penis in front of your friends” line of
bullshit, then goes into the bathroom where she puts on something
slutty and straps one of those spring-loaded blades to her wrist.
In Flagg’s office, Dana is shocked to find that the Big Evil is
not some Charles Manson type, but rather just some douche with a penchant
for denim. As were we all, Dana. Flagg wants her to give
up the name of the third spy, telling her that while he had no trouble
seeing her or the Judge, when he pictures the third man he just sees
Orson Welles the moon. M-O-O-N. We get a quick
flash of when Dana saw Tommy on the strip, then she naturally claims
not to know. Flagg tells Dana that she can go back to Boulder,
she just needs to tell everyone that things in Vegas are copasetic and
not to worry about their missile stockpile or the rabid firebug they
have in charge of it. But ... .he wants the name of the spy first. Dana
again tries to feign ignorance, but Flagg isn’t having it. So
instead she tries sticking him in the gut with her wrist blade thingy,
but that is about as misguided and works about as well as you’d
expect. It does, however, manage to piss of Flagg but quick, and
we get this awesomely bad digital effect where his entire head kind
of turns into pudding, then morphs into a demon. Dana, knowing
that pissed off pudding faces aren’t really who you want to spend
time with, decides to hurl herself onto some broken glass and kill herself. Flagg
is naturally livid at having been outsmarted by not one but two different
tertiary characters.
In some other part of Vegas, Tom sees that the moon
is full and realizes that it is time to return to Boulder. However,
in a fairly unlucky coincidence, he manages to ride his bike right past
the one person in the city who can ID him, Bitchface. She grins maniacally
at getting to do something evil, then runs away at fast as her tranny
heels will take her.
Back in Utah, Harold is not actually completely dead
yet. He
manages to roll over to where his suitcase landed, pulls out a pen
and pad, and writes a note saying, “I’m sorry. I was mislead.” Then
he pulls out a huge pistol and ... I think we know where this is
going.
And so does Stu! Off in wherever they are at
this point, Stu is again stopped in his tracks with the knowledge
that Harold, “blew
his own head off.” Which is at least a little more descriptive
than, “something cause him to die.”
Off in the desert, Nadine’s
bike has run out of gas, so she decides to hoof it. An interesting
side note is that she has changed clothes, yet there doesn’t appear
to be any luggage on her bike.
Back in Indian Springs, Trash is
starting to lose his shit. He’s
hearing voices again, so he hops onto his 4-wheeler and speeds away
just as some other dope rolls up and realizes ... oops, bomb in the airplane
hanger. KABOOM. Trash screams that he’s sorry as he
rides away from the explosion.
Nadine is looking a little ... sunburned. She
stumbles down a gravel road mumbling the words to, “Baby, Can you
Dig Your Man?” until
she hears Flagg’s voice prompting her to wander off the road and
into the wilderness. That night, she comes upon a lovely little
campground where Flagg is waiting. They make overly enthusiastic
kissy face, and you think for half a second that things might actually
go well for Nadine, but no. She and her marvelous
cleavage quickly learn that you don’t wait thirty
years to give your flower to a pudding face, as Flagg actually morphs
twice before he begins brutally thrusting into her. Nadine screams,
either in horror or pain, as the (still?) full moon turns blood red.
The next morning, Flagg drives a convertible down the
road, grinning and singing Larry’s song. Nadine’s hair
has now turned completely white.
In some trading post in the middle
of nowhere, the heroic quatro have stopped for a beverage. Then
Glen gives another, “I
hate society” speech, pointing out that Mother Abigail sent them
on their journey with nothing for a reason. He says that their stomachs
and more importantly their minds are empty, and waiting to be filled
with “some new thing.” He also points out that this
will probably be the last thing for any of them.
Back in Vegas, Flagg’s car pulls
up in front of the Plaza hotel. The
Rat Man enthusiastically greets Nadine before getting a load of how
bad she looks. Flagg, the happy groom, drags a catatonic Nadine
through the lobby, smiling and waiving at his peons. Around the corner
at the elevators, Bitchface is telling Lloyd about seeing Tom and
insisting that she get all of the credit. The happy couple walks
up, Randall putting his arms around Nadine lovingly and Nadine looking
like she wants to die. As they get into the elevator, Bitchface
spits at Lloyd to tell Flagg what she knows, but Flagg gives her
a little shock (literally, he shocks her) for her insolence. Lloyd
tries to explain that she has important information, but Flagg brushes
him off, telling him to come back later when he’s finished fucking
his crazy bride. Speaking
of which, Nadine finally shows some signs of live, informing the
collected masses at the elevator that, “We ... are ... dead ...
and this ... is ... HELL!” right as the doors close in
front of her.
Up in the penthouse, Flagg is singing a little, “Baby, Can You
Dig Your Demon Seed?” when the doorbell rings. It is Lloyd,
coming to properly introduce himself to the little woman. Nadine
is still in a fog, but Flagg is almost giddy as he announces that she
has a “bun in the oven.” As he makes some celebratory
drinks, Flagg tells Lloyd about the heroic quatro moseying towards Vegas
as they speak. Nadine gasps. Lloyd asks if he wants crosses made,
but Flagg thinks something larger is in order. He then asks what
the “skinny little bat-faced girl” wanted. Lloyd lets
him know that she thinks Tom is the third spy, and Nadine begins to shake. Lloyd
tries to say more, but realizes that the news has once again made Flagg
go pudding-faced. He grabs Lloyd by the throat and demands to know
why he didn’t hear about this immediately. Lloyd points
out that he tried to tell him, then gets tossed across the room for his
trouble. Flagg rips apart the penthouse a little bit, then goes
onto the balcony for a breather.
When he’s composed again, he assures Lloyd that everything is
find and sends him on his way. Once Lloyd is gone, Flagg allows
himself to look nervous for about one second before realizing that Nadine
has wandered out to the balcony herself. She matter-of-factly points
out that the four men are coming for him, and were sent by Mother Abigail. Flagg
orders her away from the ledge, but Nadine isn’t done yet. She
rips into him with an awesome speech that I’m transcribing in it’s
entirety because I love it: “Everything you’ve made here
is falling apart. They’re saying a simple retarded boy outwitted
Randall Flagg. They’re saying Judge Farris got away from
your men in Idaho. They’re asking questions about Dana,
too. It’s all slipping through ... your ... Fingers. And
they’re whispering, Randy. I can see them. Leaving
their posts in the dead of night. And your eye can’t see
them. (At this point Nadine begins to hoist herself onto the ledge.) And
when they come here ... Stu, and Ralph, and Glen and La-(her voice cracks,
unable to say his name) ... Your time will END. And I’ll
be watching. I’ll be watching in hell with your baby in my
arms.” Damn, that’s tasty melodrama.
Flagg tries to coax her off of the
ledge, promising to give her anything she wants. Nadine laughs
bitterly and asks if he can give her Larry again. This manages
to do the trick. Flagg lunges for her, but not before she can hurl
herself off the ledge to the ground below. Flagg
allows himself to look nervous a little longer this time. But hey,
at least she got a better death than Harold.
Meanwhile, which character
were we least hoping to find in a nuclear storage facility? Why,
it’s
the Trash Can Man, of course! He seems to have stumbled upon, “the
biiiiiig fire.” He hooks
a trailer with a great big bomb to his ATV and takes off, once again
screaming, “My life for you!” So ... I guess we know
where he’s headed.
Speaking of which, back at the hotel a random
woman is hosing Nadine’s
blood off the street while Lloyd and Bernard look on. Bernard
admits that a group of people are abandoning Las Vegas and heading
to South America. He wants Lloyd to come, but Lloyd has to stay. Bernard
says that things are starting to “smell bad” in Vegas, and
Lloyd agrees, but his loyalty to Flagg is keeping him there.
Despite
Flagg telling Lloyd to put “100 men” into tracking
down Tommy, all of two men, one of whom may or may not be John
Landis, sit around bitching about the lack of whores
in Vegas and completely ignoring that Tom is like 10 feet away listening
in. Tom looks
at the illogically STILL full moon and moves on.
The melancholy fiddle of righteous
wandering cues on the soundtrack as we get a montage of the heroic quatro
wandering down the road. Eventually
they come to a huge ravine where the highway has been washed out. They
all make their way safely down one side of the canyon, but when Stud
decides that he should be the first to try navigating the upside,
he gets all the way to the top before the ground gives out. He
takes a nasty fall down the side of the hill, breaking his leg. Ralph
manages to get a splint onto it, while Glen, naturally, has some
pills for Stu to take. So much for the “clear head” rhetoric
Glen was spouting earlier. Larry begins to talk about making Stu
a stretcher to get him out of the ravine, but Glen and Ralph shoot him
down. Glen
points out that Mother Abigail told them one would fall along the
way. Larry
makes a face, then bitches about how ridiculous an idea it is to
just leave Stu to die because they were told to. He snots about
following “God’s
Plan” until Stu quite rightly points out that if he was down with
following God’s Plan when it involved leaving his family to set
off across the Rockies with no food or hygienic measures, now is
not the time to dissent. Larry begins to cry, and they have what
is actually a pretty tender and moving big brother-y moment. Which
is a pleasant surprise considering how tired of all of these characters
I am at this point.
Then, after all that bothersome God talk, Glen gives Stu his entire
bottle of pills, making sure he knows exactly how many he’ll need
to kill himself should it come to that. Nice. The plinking piano
of a fallen friend segues into the melancholy fiddles, as the three men
walk away and leave Stu and Kojack on the ground below. The next
day, or a couple of days later I’m not sure, Stu and the dog hang
out by the fire, where something small and rabbity appears to be cooking. Stu
is sweating and has a pretty nasty cough. He notes bitterly that
he’s going to die of the flu after all.
It must be like three or four days later, judging by
Larry’s
full beard (which is kind of hot, I’m grossed out and embarrassed
to say), and the remaining three soldiers for Christ come upon Flagg’s
roadblock, headed up by the asshole we saw picking on Tom in Part
3. They
all agree that they will fear no evil, then clasp hands and walk
towards to blockade. Once there, some tool with a clipboard asks
where Stuart is, which is a nice bit of realistically shitty bureaucracy
in the post-pandemic world of good vs. evil. The asshole, Barry,
announces that they are under arrest, but refuses to say the name
of the man whose authority he’s acting on. Ralph does it for him: “Calls
himself Randall Flagg. But what he really is, is an apostate of
hell.” Apostate is my new favorite word. Tool with
a clipboard hilariously asks if he can get their social security
numbers, and they laugh at his misguided attempt at normalcy. There’s
a little bit of, “Flagg sucks!” “Nuh uh!” banter,
which ends with them all getting loaded into Barry’s police cars
and hauled off to jail.
In his cell, Glen talks to a cockroach
he sees scurrying around, until Flagg puts the kibosh on the roach with
the business end of his boot. Glen stares in amazement at Flagg,
who we all know at this point pretty much pales in comparison to the
evil he is supposed to be the face of. Flagg messes with Glen’s
arthritis, telling him that he could relieve the pain if only Glen would
ask. Glen
fights if off. Flagg then tells him that they can all go home. But,
again, only if he asks. And for this, Flagg wants Glen to ask on
his knees. Glen laughs in his face, realizing how non-threatening
he is, and compares him to the cockroach whose life he just ended. Flagg
gets pissed, natch, and orders Lloyd (did I mention that Lloyd is
there? Lloyd’s there.) to shoot him. Lloyd is incredibly
uncomfortable with the thought of shooting Father Time, but when Glen
calls Flagg a lair, Lloyd becomes outraged and empties a few rounds into
his stomach. Glen
forgives him, telling Lloyd that he doesn’t know any better, then
collapses onto his cot. Elsewhere in the jail, Larry and Ralph
clasp hands again, tearfully acknowledging what has just happened
to their friend, and begin to recite the Lord’s prayer. Again,
really good scene. Way to make me emotionally involved at the last
fucking minute, movie.
Sound stage! Dream sequence! Mother Abigail recites scripture,
then tells Stu that he has to get out of the ravine and witness what
is about to go down in Las Vegas. She orders Stu awake, and he
begins to drag himself across the ground and up the embankment. Amazingly,
he gets almost all the way to the top before faltering, again. But
who should show up to help him but Tom! He pulls Stu out of the canyon,
and when Stu asks how he got there Tom tells him that Nick sent him,
and that Nick can talk in his dreams. When Tom realizes that Stu
is sick he wants to get him inside, but Stu insists that they stay
to se what happens.
In Vegas, Ralph and Larry are being driven somewhere
in an armored truck. Larry asks Barry was Glen was shot, and Barry
lies that he was trying to escape. Ralph rolls his eyes and tells
Barry that one day he too will be shot trying to “escape.” The
Rat Man, as always, comes through in the clutch with, “shut up
that honky voodoo!” Jesus Christ, best character ever. Once
they reach the plaza, thre is a riotous crowd waiting for them. The
Rat Man orders both men out of the truck, referring to Ralph as “gray
meat” (HA!) and smashing Larry’s guitar while shouting, “disco
is dead!” I don’t think that word means what he thinks it
means. While being dragged through the crowd, Bitchface grabs Larry
and squawks, “aint you famous!?” And while I don’t
particularly care for Bitchface, it is nice to have someone FINALLY
acknowledge it.
Outside the Plaza there are three huge neon horseshoes, the outer two
equipped with metal crosses. Wow, baby can you dig your public
execution? As the two men are chained to their respective crucifixes,
Larry yells at Ralph to hold on, and Ralph breaks my heart by saying
that he, “just has to think about [his] mother.” Barry
points a gun at Larry, who very logically points out how much nicer a
bullet to the brain would probably be than whatever is about to
happen to him.
Spotlights come on behind the center horseshoe, and out walks
Flagg. Larry
screams desperately at the crowd that they could be the next to die
in this way, but to know avail. Flagg whips out a scroll and reads
to the crowd, saying that the two men are responsible for the explosion
at Indian Springs, and have been sentenced to “death by dismemberment.” Eeesh. Before
they can get on with the killing, Bernard is there, yelling at the
masses that “this ain’t how Americans act.” His
cries fall on deaf ears, of course, because I think we all know that
if this country were to suddenly go back to public executions we
would all take about a week to be outraged, then we’d put it on
TV before “Deal
or No Deal.” Flagg tells Bernard that he should’ve
just kept quiet, and then he ... Well, it’s kind of like he electrocutes
him, but he also makes him look like
this, so I’m just not
sure.
It’s right about this point that
Trash comes rolling back into town with his “big fire.” He
looks about how you would expect someone who has spent the last several
days in close proximity to a nuclear weapon to look. That is to say,
his skin is melting off. Bitchface,
ever observant, screams, “he’s got a BOOOOOMB!!” and
then tries to run away, but trips over poor dead Bernard and sucks
up some of whatever mojo has him frying on the ground. Man, most
pathetic death in the entire movie. She tripped. Fuck you, Bitchface. Lloyd
tries to talk to Trash, but he’s being very ... Trash about the
entire thing, mumbling the same brand of gobbledygook that he’s
been babbling to Flagg the entire movie. Though, considering what
happens next, I don’t think he’s talking to Flagg anymore.
Then ... okay, pay attention, this is where it gets
good. You
know the cloud of electricity or whatever that’s covering Bernard
and Bitchface? Well, said cloud raises off of their dead bodies,
floats over the crowd, then MORPHS INTO A GIANT CGI HAND. Suddenly,
Mother Abigail’s voice says, “The promise has been kept,
as God has willed it. Amen.” Ralph asks, “do you see
it?” And Larry exclaims, “the hand of God!.” You
know, I’ve kind of enjoyed this last half hour of sexy bearded
martyr Larry. Too bad he has to be, you know, martyred. More
importantly though, THERE IS CURRENTLY A CGI HAND OF GOD ON THE SCREEN. THE
DEUS EX MACHINA IN THIS MOVIE ACTUALLY GOD. Naturally, it’s
the right hang, since we all know that the left hand of God is Hugh
Jackman.
Lloyd wins the entire fucking movie
by pathetically screaming, “get
away!!” at THE HAND OF GOD. Trash says with finality, “the
fire for you,” then spreads his arms and looks to the sky. As
the GIANT CGI HAND OF GOD embraces the bomb Mother Abigail’s voice
says, “you done good, boys. Come on home.” Larry
triumphantly sighs, “take us home,” and a pudding-faced Flagg
morphs into a crow and flies away about two seconds before everything
goes kablooey. No more Vegas. In the desert, Tom and
Stu can see the explosion from Utah. Stu recites that “pale
horse, pale rider” verse that always makes me think of a Styx song, and
Tom asks what happened to their friends. Stu sadly shakes his head,
and Tom removes Ralph’s cowboy hat. Awwww.
Ax, Utah. September 23. Stu is behind
the wheel of a crappy hatchback, which Tom is pushing down the road. Once
they’ve
gotten a good start, Tom hops into the passenger seat and they roll
along. Tom
asks if they’re going to be okay. Stu thinks they are, but his
wicked couch says not so much. They make their way to Green River,
where they hole up on some lodge. Tom tries desperately to get
an ailing Stu to eat the PB&J sandwich that he made for him, but
Stu is in rough shape. Later, it must be time for the return of
God’s Tom, because suddenly Nick is there, all white light and
shit. He tells Tom (because he can HEAR and TALK, bringing the
film full circle) that he knows how to help Stu. He hold Tom’s
hand and brushes his hair behind his ear, and then entire situation
would be very homoerotic if one of these men weren’t retarded. Or,
aside from that, if one of them weren’t Dauber. Also, I’m
kind of a Rob Lowe apologist, but he really is just Benjamin all
of the time, isn’t he? Pralines and dick, in every role he takes.
After talking to Nick, Tom tries to force some pills down Stu’s
throat, telling him that they will make him better. Stu wonders
where the feeb got antibiotics, and Tom tells him that Nick showed
him.
A couple of weeks later, we see Tom sitting along outside
the lodge, crying. I know we’re supposed to think that Stu
died, but yeah right. Like they would kill him off when they haven’t
shown Creepy Teeth even once during part 4. Which, come to think
of it, is probably why I’ve been enjoying it o much. Of course,
Stu is all better, though he’s sporting a hellacious limp and walking
with a cane. Turns out, Tom was crying because he can’t
remember what Nick looked like. Which, when you consider that it’s
only been like 15 days since he saw him last, is actually pretty
sad. Poor retarded Tom. Stu gives him a pep talk, pointing out
all of the important stuff that Tom has remembered. Namely, how to keep
Stu alive. Then the slight less plinking piano of the triumphant
journey home takes us into a montage of Tom and Stu’s ... triumphant
journey home, first in a big truck, and then when the weather gets too
bad, in one of those little things that moves over snowy ground.
Back in Boulder, it is November 15. Stephen King
and some other dude keep watch in the snow. They spy the ... snow
... trudger ... thing. What the hell is that called? A bobcat? Am I completely
making that up? Anyway, they raise their guns until they spot
Kojack and realize who is there. Blah blah blah, joyous reunion, whatever
whatever, until Stu mentions going to see Fran, which stops Stephen and
other dude right in their tacks. Stu asks the matter, and Stephen
sadly informs him that the baby has come early, and it has the flu.
Cut to Creepy Teeth lying in the
hospital. Man, I so did not miss
her at all. Stu wakes her, she makes a horrible eye-bugging face
that I think is supposed to convey, “elated surprise” and
suddenly I’m having trouble getting through the last ten minutes
of this movie. In the hospital waiting room, Fran does all of
nothing to make me like her more, basically telling Stu, “I kind
of want the baby to just get it over with and die, so we can focus
on having our own kids. But they’ll probably die too. At
least I have you!” Shut up, Fran. Dr. Richardson comes in,
and Fran seriously looks at him and says, “is the baby dead?” HATE. Rather
than kicking her right in her stupid shin for being a bad mom, the
doctor tells her that no, it actually looks like the baby is going to
live. Cut
to the otherwise empty nursery, where baby Abigail (of course) squirms
and does regular baby stuff.
The doctor says that a lot of the babies born in the
first year after the flu won’t survive, then he wanders away just
in time for ... awww, Lucy and Joe. And double awww, Lucy is pregnant. Which
is a lovely revelation right after hearing that most babies will
probably die. They all stand around, looking somberly into the
nursery, when hey! Time for some shitty special effects! The floating
benevolent head of Mother Abigail appears above the crib, though
apparently nobody can see her but Joe and the dog. She says something
nonsensical about how the baby is like the garden of Eden, and then we
get a minor sniffle-inducing montage of all the good guys that died:
Judge Farris, Susan, Dana, Glen, Ralph, Nick, and Larry. Rather
than ending it there, Fran and Stu actually have another exchange, but
... you know what? No. They don‘t. That’s the end. I’ve
decided. Movie Over.
About halfway through the writing of these posts
I had really started to hate the movie, so I’m glad by the end
I could come back around to enjoying it. And hey, I just bought
a different crappy Stephen King miniseries on DVD so ... something
to look forward to. ‘Cause
I’m nothing if not a one trick fuckin’ pony.
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