Even though the 1976 movie
adaptation of horror novelist Stephen King’s first book, Carrie, was a solid success, it took Hollywood a few years to dip
back into the King well—and the follow-up project appeared on the small screen
rather than in theaters. After attempts to turn King’s book Salem’s Lot into a feature ran aground,
the piece was reconceived as a two-part miniseries that would allow for the
narrative sprawl that gives King’s stories their folksy texture. The shift
worked, because the Salem’s Lot
miniseries was an Emmy-nominated hit. Then, after its November 1979 TV run, the
movie was chopped down to feature length and issued to theaters outside the
United States. But here’s the twist—King stated at the time he preferred the
shorter version, even though it excised nearly half the plot. Go figure.
Watched as a stand-alone feature, Salem’s
Lot: The Movie is underwhelming, and not just because of the choppy edits
that appear wherever a big chunk of material was removed—even the unbroken
scenes feel ordinary, with a few noteworthy exceptions. The story, of course,
is a typical King lark about good people confronting a bad place. Ben Mears
(David Soul) is a novelist who returns to his hometown of Salem’s Lot, Maine,
to write about the Marsten House, an imposing edifice just outside town where
horrible things are rumored to have happened in the past. Mears wants to
explore the notion of whether houses can truly be haunted. However, someone
else got to the Marsten House first—elegant Englishman Richard Straker (James
Mason), who plans to open an antique shop in town, recently bought the place. It
turns out Straker is the accomplice to an ancient vampire who plans to feast on
the people of Salem’s Lot, converting them to an army of bloodsuckers. Once a
trail of bodies and a series of supernatural confrontations reveals what’s
happening, Mears endeavors to defeat the monsters with help from unlikely
sidekicks including a little boy and an old man.
Viewed in the 112-minute
version, the story feels contrived and overwrought, because useful elements
including a prologue/epilogue device and various subplots aren’t there to
buttress the outlandish narrative twists. Director Tobe Hooper stages several
fun shock scenes—the best bits involve a ghostly vampire kid floating in fog
outside a bedroom window while calling to a young friend on the other side of
the glass—but Salem’s Lot merely seems
like a classier version of the supernatural escapism that producer/director Dan
Curtis made for TV throughout the ’70s, in projects such as the spooky 1972
telefilm The Night Stalker. Still,
there’s a lot of nihilistic bloodshed here for a small-screen project, even
though Salem’s Lot isn’t gory, and
Mason is terrific as the charmingly evil Straker. (By contrast, leading man
Soul, of Starsky & Hutch fame, is
hopelessly bland.) Still, it’s a head-scratcher why King fancied this
version over the three-hour mother lode.
Salem’s Lot: The Movie: FUNKY
I think the last person who has anything relevant to say about Stephen King film adaptations is Stephen King.
ReplyDeleteJust saw this for the first time -- the full version I mean ... Yeah Mason was awesome, and the window stuff was creepy, albeit lifted directly from Wuthering Heights ... But the end coda, OMG -- it really had a strong feeling, however unintentional, as if those two were now an item , staking her through the heart with an implied energy like "Oh wow, good riddance, who needs the bitches anyway ... Let's hit Belize next dear!" ... Maybe it didn't hit that way in '79 dunno
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