SALEM’S LOT gets a September 2022 release date.

Though not a trailer yet, weirdly: “Warner Bros. has announced that its upcoming feature film adaptation of Stephen King’s Salem’s Lot will be released on September 9, 2022.” I first heard about this flick back in 2019; there hasn’t been much news since, though. I kind of forgot about it, unsurprisingly.

Will it be any good? I hope so: the original book is a solid vampire novel, from King’s pre-reeducation days*. There’s enough there to build a decent movie around it. Hope it doesn’t suck!

#commissionearned

*I do not refer to his opinions on the Things We Don’t Talk About Here. I refer to his current apparent desire to be loved by the very literature professors who loathed him as much as he loathed them. Frankly, his books were better when he despised those people.

7 thoughts on “SALEM’S LOT gets a September 2022 release date.”

  1. In my memory, the 79 miniseries was quite good. James Mason played the human slave, but not as a mad Renfield type; suave, debonair, and quite menacing. Similar to his character in North by Northwest, just working for the Undead rather than the Commies.

  2. On a tangentially related note, I’m rereading the stories in Anagnorisis. Honestly, I think your horror writing is the best work you produce. “The House” in particular is a legitimate favorite of mine.

    1. Thanks! I’m never quite sure if the horror stuff works; I have weird reactions to horror novels (movies scare me a lot more than print does).

  3. The thing is… they’re not “horror” as in “scary”. They’re just this kind of creepy-awesome subversive thing. It’s not dreadful so much as fascinating. Okay. The Funeral of the Yellow Emperor was legitimately horrifying, especially in its dreadful implacable advance. Other than that, though?

    1. “Dreadful implacable advance” pretty well summarizes how I’d describe an effective work of horror.

      Real life example: coastal flooding. We don’t get flash floods in southeast Texas; we get slowly rising water. Every hour, it’s a foot closer to your home. Once it reaches a certain point, you can’t even escape with your person, much less your property. There’s a sick feeling you get in the pit of your stomach as you watch this foulness (floodwater is filthy, in addition to bringing fireants and venomous snakes) creep slowly but inexorably to your doorstep. Even if, like me, you know you’re well out of danger, it’s still truly horrifying to observe.

      That’s what good horror does.

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