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maderrI'm so fucking pissed right now.
There are some changed I love, and there are some I don't BECAUSE THEY MAKE NO GODDAMN FUCKING SENSE.
The Mist is an awesome story. It kicks goddamn fucking ass. It's the story that made me fall in love with King. My mother read it aloud to us.
Up until the end the movie was totally fucking perfect. Everything I could have wanted.
The end?
I want to stab all of Hollywood in the face. Then I'm going to kill motherfucking Stephen King cause he said he liked the new ending and all of us fucking trusted him and now I'm torn between screaming in rage and just crying from sheer anger.
I'm about to spoil shit and I'm not going to cut it.
The book ends with them fucking managing to survive.They go across the country surviving in hotels and shit, and for one single fucking moment he hears something on the radio and they have hope.
In the movie they drive until the gas runs out and then there are four bullets for five people and he kills everyone INCLUDING HIS FUCKING SON and then goes out to get killed by the monsters AND THEN THE MILITARY SHOWS UP AND THE DAY IS SAVED BUTTOO FUCKING LATE HE JUST SHOT HIS SON.
For those that do not know, much of the movie takes place in a grocery store where this psycho bitch essentially forms a zealous mob and starts demanding sacrifices.
Near as I can tell, what the movie tells the audience is that the Good Thing To Do is to drink the kool-aid. That's what you should do.
Fuck that. Not like the book at all. The end of the movie rendered the whole rest of the movie pointless.
I'm so fucking crushed right now. What was the fucking point? I hate it. I hate it so fucking goddamn much.
There are some changed I love, and there are some I don't BECAUSE THEY MAKE NO GODDAMN FUCKING SENSE.
The Mist is an awesome story. It kicks goddamn fucking ass. It's the story that made me fall in love with King. My mother read it aloud to us.
Up until the end the movie was totally fucking perfect. Everything I could have wanted.
The end?
I want to stab all of Hollywood in the face. Then I'm going to kill motherfucking Stephen King cause he said he liked the new ending and all of us fucking trusted him and now I'm torn between screaming in rage and just crying from sheer anger.
I'm about to spoil shit and I'm not going to cut it.
The book ends with them fucking managing to survive.They go across the country surviving in hotels and shit, and for one single fucking moment he hears something on the radio and they have hope.
In the movie they drive until the gas runs out and then there are four bullets for five people and he kills everyone INCLUDING HIS FUCKING SON and then goes out to get killed by the monsters AND THEN THE MILITARY SHOWS UP AND THE DAY IS SAVED BUTTOO FUCKING LATE HE JUST SHOT HIS SON.
For those that do not know, much of the movie takes place in a grocery store where this psycho bitch essentially forms a zealous mob and starts demanding sacrifices.
Near as I can tell, what the movie tells the audience is that the Good Thing To Do is to drink the kool-aid. That's what you should do.
Fuck that. Not like the book at all. The end of the movie rendered the whole rest of the movie pointless.
I'm so fucking crushed right now. What was the fucking point? I hate it. I hate it so fucking goddamn much.
