Finally got round to watching Frank Darabont's excellent adaptation of Stephen King's The Mist the other night. It was everything I'd expected. Well crafted with a smart script and neat monsters, and head and shoulders above typical genre fare.
What I didn't expect, however, was that ending. If you've not seen The Mist, fear not, I won't go into spoilerifc details but boy, Darabont's disturbing denouement left me shaken and depressed. And I like downbeat endings. Se7en? Brilliant. The Parallax View? Hell, yeah. But The Mist's really upset me.
It's been years since I read King's original novella, but, from what I remember, he left it open-ended. Darabont's is just plain nasty and fucked up. And all power to him for getting it made that way.