For a guy whose career has spanned almost 50 years, and who has racked up plenty of milestones along the way, 2017 is still turning out to be a big year for all things Stephen King. Which is probably why it was easy to lose track of the fact that there are more film adaptations of his work coming out than IT and The Dark Tower. Apparently, as I just discovered today, Netflix has hopped on board and will be debuting its own King movie on September 29th.
And it’ll be an adaptation of Gerald’s Game.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with that particular novel, let me share one of the original book covers:
Sure, King may be known for his demonic clowns, shining children, possessed cars, and gunslingers (not to mention whatever the fuck the Tommyknockers were), but amongst all the needful things, he tends to slip in another kind of horror tale to keep you up at night: the purely psychological. Something like Misery or Delores Claiborne, something without anything supernatural or otherworldly at all driving the plot. Sure, weird things happen. But they all stem from, well, people. People being people. Sometimes they’re horrible people, or scared or just make mistakes. But they aren’t, like, vampires.
Gerald’s Game is one of his scariest books in some respects, because it is basically a purely psychological, one room thriller — and it’s one of those types of scary that only adults really get. Like, I read a lot of King books as a kid, starting at age 8 or so, but when I got to this one, I had to put it down because NOPE. I didn’t even want to understand it. I wanted to go back to reading about fucking deadlights and Pet Sematary and shit.
Basically the plot of the book asks: What if you played some kinky sex games alone in the woods with your husband and then something bad happened and you’re alone… and can’t get the handcuffs off? Sure, there’s the starvation and dehydration, and a lot of unexpected environmental issues that pop up, but there’s also the slide into memory and madness. And even themes of consent with childhood trauma thrown in.
God, is this a fucked up story.
Anyway, the Netflix film stars Carla Gugino and Bruce Greenwood, who are wonderful, and was directed by Mike Flanagan (Oculus). Here’s the trailer, which has already squicked me the fuck out:
So yeah. That’s happening. I’ma go shower now.