BY GLENN WHIPP - FILM CRITIC
Frank Darabont ("The Shawshank Redemption," "The Green Mile") returns to his B-movie roots with the lean (by Darabont's standards, anyway) and mean horror movie "The Mist," a film whose view of mankind is dimmer than its alien-induced weather conditions.
"The Mist" marks the third time Darabont has adapted Stephen King for the screen, but it's the first occasion he has dived headfirst into one of the author's trippy nightmares. The only thing Darabont changes from King's 1980 extended short story is the ending, tamping down the source material's ambiguity in favor of a somewhat contrived "Twilight Zone" twist.
If the film's finale proves more gutsy in theory than it does in practice, it doesn't completely erase the fine, fatalistic freak show that Darabont delivers early on. "The Mist" is a twist on the old adage that the monster within us is far worse than the one lying in wait. And all it takes is a little fear to unleash the beast.
The day after an electrical storm knocks out power, the residents of a Maine town head to the local market to stock up on groceries and swap stories. But slow checkout lines are the least of locals' problems when an old-timer comes barreling into the Food House screaming, "The mist took John Leeves! The mist took John Leeves!"
Up 'til then, folks figured "the mist" to be some kind of quirky weather front passing through town. Then a tentacle appears and soon there's a bug problem that can't be eradicated by the store's stock of pest strips. The town's designated nutjob offers her forecast:
"It's death. It's judgment day."
Thanks to Marcia Gay Harden's fearless performance, that character, the Bible-packing zealot Mrs. Carmody, becomes the movie's best conceit. What if the crazy lady isn't so crazy? As one character puts it: "Scare people badly enough, you'll get them to do anything. They'll turn to whatever promises a solution."
And dear Mrs. Carmody has plenty of ideas.
Lest you think Darabont is pushing some political hot buttons here, remember he's working from a screenplay he wrote a good 10 years ago based upon source material more than a quarter century old.
No, "The Mist," with its mix of old-school B-movie horror (hand-held cameras instills the events with an alarming immediacy) and psychological warfare, posits that we've always been closer to the
societal disintegration of "Lord of the Flies" than we'd like to believe.
"You don't have much faith in humanity, do you?" one woman asks as things are turning from bad to worse.
"None whatsoever," comes the reply.
That's the spirit of "The Mist," and Darabont nails the vibe completely.