Way back in my film school days, I had an interaction with a favorite cousin whom I had not seen in some time. This opportunity to reconnect saw our first interaction since I had been accepted as a film student, and so he asked me what basically everyone asks me right after I tell them I’m studying film, “So, like what’s your favorite movie, then?” When approached with this question, at least by associates who are not necessarily film buffs, my default response is usually something I know has been on Netflix in the last year. (Though if I had to pick an answer ... maybe Silver Linings Playbook .) I think this time I said James Cameron’s Titanic . He then had a sort of illuminated reaction and followed up with, “I see, so you like … old movies.” My response to this was something in the vein of, “Well, yes , but NOOOO …” Steven Spielberg being a 29-year-old on the set of Jaws In academic circles, t he demarcation between “classic Hollywood” and “new Hollywood” falls
I'll forgive you if you forgot this movie was coming. After shelving this project some two years ago, Warner Bros. has remained awfully mum about when we could expect to see Salem's Lot , only to decide to drop it on MAX with little more than two weeks of preparation, a bewildering practice that perhaps says more about the state of Hollywood at present than the content of the film itself. But that's not the ravenous evil that we're here to discuss today. In Gary Dauberman's adaptation of the famous Stephen King book, author Benjamin Mears returns to his childhood home of Jerusalem's Lot, or "Salem's Lot" to the locals, imagining that it might help spark an idea for a new book. How was he supposed to know that his hometown chose this of all days to start playing host to an ancient evil, one bent on spreading its illness into every home? Overnight, Salem's Lot is in the grip of darkness, and only Ben and a paltry group of makeshift vamp