You'd think that this one would have turned out better. George Romero adapts Stephen King's last novel written before the writer got sober. Timothy Hutton plays a writer whose psyche is SO split between the angry, booze swilling crazy person and the mild mannered family man that he actually splits into two people. Of course, the drunky version of himself then goes on a killing spree. Also, there's birds flying around in a creepy way.
Again, all of this sounds awesome, but for some reason this movie kind of meanders and plods along. I mean, when Michael Rooker seems bored and calm, you know that nothing is going on. That guy gets excited about everything! Also, I heard that Hutton was a pain in the ass. He kind of looks like it in the movie.
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