Movie Review: The Dark Half
Sean Burton wrote this review 5 years and 1 month ago
If you’re a fan of Stephen King, you’ll more than likely know that his birth name isn’t the only one he published books under. His most famous pseudonym is undoubtedly Richard Bachman, in which he released The Long Walk, Thinner (which was adapted into a movie in 1997) and The Running Man, arguably the most famous of his works. King stated in the introduction to a collection of stories written as Bachman that he did it to see if his success was due to “talent or luck”. Unfortunately, King never did find out the answer due to being outed as Bachman prematurely; apparently, he was intending to release the best selling novel Misery under that name. A persistent book store worker had other ideas, and didn’t stop until he finally got King to admit that they were one and the same. An interesting figure is that the novelThinner sold 28,000 copies when first released, but when it was revealed who Bachman really was, sales for the book increased dramatically. Whilst all this may seem just a bit of interesting trivia (or a total bore of a read, depending on what you think of King), it all links in with the existence of The Dark Half; King wrote it in 1989, in response to his ‘unmasking’. I’ve not read the book, so the views expressed here are solely related to the film.
Thad Beaumont (Oscar winner Timothy Hutton) is a writer living in Ludlow (fun fact #2: Ludlow is also the setting for Pet Sematary, another King book/film) whose work is, whilst not entirely a failure, not well known. That is, until he writes under the name of George Stark, about a violent killer named Alexis Machine. When it becomes known by the public that Beaumont and Stark are the same person, the author decides to “kill off” Stark by staging a funeral, metaphorically burying is alter ego. However, Stark has no plans to die, and becomes a physical being who’s hellbent on killing everyone involved in the planning of his demise. From Beaumont’s agent to the photographer who snapped the image of his grave, Stark shows no mercy. As the murders become more frequent, the local Sheriff, Alan Pagborn, has no choice but to make Beaumont a suspect as the fingerprints at the scene are a perfect match. As more details surface, the true horror of the crimes emerge and Beaumont must face the very same murderer that he created or become his next victim…
Directed and adapted by the legendary George A. Romero (Dawn of the Dead, Night of the Living Dead), The Dark Half wastes no time in shocking the audience; within the first 5 minutes we see the insides of Beaumont’s brain. Literally. The pace stays speedy for a good portion of the first act with a hefty number of Beaumont’s associates getting slaughtered. The problem is, by the end of the first act, everyone who helped in killing off Stark is dead themselves, and there’s still nearly 90 minutes of film left. Romero’s screenplay valiantly attempts to maintain suspense and intrigue through tried and tested methods (not showing the antagonists face for a very long period of time, leading the audience on to believe that it may actually be Thad who is committing the crimes), but admittedly my interest waned with over half an hour to go, ultimately resulting in the final showdown being anti-climatic.
That being said, Timothy Hutton is phenomenal as the lead characters; he stays calm and collected (for the most part) as Beaumont, but is utterly mesmerising as Stark, a character who is as far from from Thad’s persona as humanly possible. Apart from the sheriff and Beaumont’s wife, this is very much a one man show, and what a show it is. His performance is undeniably powerful, and overshadows every one else, who do still put in good efforts; Amy Madigan convinces as Thad’s wife who sticks by her husband even with the evidence stacked against him, and Michael Rooker is easy to sympathise with as the sheriff who’s torn between helping his friend or trying to solve the murders with an unbiased approach.
To sum up, the most disappointing aspect of The Dark Half is that it starts so well and shows signs of being a brilliant, faced paced thriller. But after the killings stop, so does the ‘fun’, so to speak, and it’s nearly 90 minutes of dragged out investigative work. If I was to write the adaptation, which I wont so don’t get your hopes up, I’d interweave the killings with the evidence discoveries, rather than bunch all the scenes worth watching right at the beginning. It’s not unwatchable, far from it, and Hutton’s performance is one to be admired, but I can’t help but think this should have been a classic; especially with Romero penning the script.