This is one of the true weird, bizarre, just different of the many King-adaptations existing. Of the dollar-babies I've seen, this is the best. It's based on King's poem from Skeleton Crew, his second collection from 1985, and is one of the most effective poems I've ever read.
It's a cool concept having the paranoid narrator be a woman. I don't know why, but I always pictured a man, while reading the poem. All the lines from the poem is here, and you really feel for this poor woman, but hey, she's creepy, too. And the shifts between color and black and white is superbly done, the black and white sequences apparently being the narrator's delusions. Or maybe not. Not all people might like this short film, but for true King-fans and true film-fans, it's a must-see.
It's a cool concept having the paranoid narrator be a woman. I don't know why, but I always pictured a man, while reading the poem. All the lines from the poem is here, and you really feel for this poor woman, but hey, she's creepy, too. And the shifts between color and black and white is superbly done, the black and white sequences apparently being the narrator's delusions. Or maybe not. Not all people might like this short film, but for true King-fans and true film-fans, it's a must-see.