With about half an hour to go (Wendy just hit Jack with the baseball bat). I'm pretty disappointed. Largely because Jack and Wendy suffer compared to the versions in the novel.

Totally. I find the movie to be totally overrated. I really don't need to watch Danny ride his tricycle round and round and round for five minutes.

But the novel has something of the tragedy about it. The movie is about what an abusive husband does when he gets his family isolated for a long period.

The book shows Jack slowly unraveling. In the movie, Jack goes from zero to crazy in ONE SCENE. It's fucking ridiculous. I'm not even kidding; from what I remember, he's perfectly normal in one scene, and then the next time you see him, he's already going batshit on his typewriter.

I prefer the ABC miniseries, myself.

Actually, I don't think either Jack or Wendy in the movie are remotely normal from scene one, which I think was part of the point on Kubrick's part.

I prefer the Simpsons' Treehouse of Horror version myself (The Shinning).

That's also a good point. Jack starts out pretty unhinged.

That's also a good point. Jack starts out pretty unhinged.

And Wendy's so deep in denial that she seems pretty out there too.

The book shows Jack slowly unraveling.

I don't know about slowly unraveling -- he'd already unraveled before the novel began. He'd broken Danny's arm, been very lucky to avoid killing someone while driving drunk, and got fired from teaching at a prestigious school for beating up a student (who admittedly had vandalized his car). But King makes it very clear that Jack is trying to re-ravel. The Overlook is Jack's chance to get his life back on track -- and Jack knows it. He wants to succeed, not just for himself but also for the family that he very clearly loves.

The movie also pretty much wipes out Danny's part of the story. We don't get any sense of his fear outside the events in Room 237. Also, one scene with the tricycle would have given a nice Danny's-eye view of the place. Twice, a bit much.

And Wendy in the book is a caring wife and mother who a little too often puts two and two together and not unreasonably comes up with five. In the movie, I at least was happy when she took a swing at Jack. Because at least she stopped sniveling.

See, when I'm thinking about The Shining I can't get any further than "Oh my god so creepy eep!"

Childhood trauma is pretty powerful that way.

I will say that at no point anywhere in the film did I think any of the family members were even slightly sane. Beginning included.

Abel Gance is interesting. If only his films weren't so damn long.

Not one of Hitchcock's prouder moments, by a long stretch, but you've got Laughton camping it up and Robert Newton as the good guy in a pirate movie. Hitchcock knew he was coming to America by this point, so he just plowed through it and got out of England.

While not my least favorite (which would probably be Under Capricorn or The Paradine Case maybe), it has always seemed to be the least "Hitchcock".

Under Capricorn

I like it for the use of long takes (I'm a sucker for Style), but storywise it's mighty tedious. And making Ingrid Bergman tedious takes some doing.

The end of the theatrical version of The Shining was so disappointing compared to the book as well. A nice creepy visual, but meh. The book, as is so often the case, was so much better.

Although the guy who played the butler was kind of perfectly cast.