Finally got around to watching "The Mist," something I have been meaning to do for a very long time now.
Luckily plot-wise the concept is pretty simple. A group of people in a small town become trapped in a grocery store when a strange mist surrounds the town. As giant man-eating insects become apparent in the fog and the group dwindles due to failed excursions for help, suicide and eventually murder, a man (Thomas Jane) tries to protect his son from a religious nut (played perfectly by Marcia Gay Harden) who wants to make the kid a sacrifice to god.
The point of the movie of-course is not the bugs, though those certainly are creepy. In the great-tradition of horror as social commentary, "The Mist" shows us that humans can be far more frightening even than enormous monsters from the (as it turns out) the fourth dimension as it takes less than 2 days for the good locals to start calling for blood sacrifices like its the year 1020.
What will really stick with you about this movie is the ending. Oh man what an awful, horrible, wonderful, painful, "what-the-fuck," Stephen-King-obviously-made-this, ending. (Which I will not give away at the moment but be prepared.)
Mostly I spent the movie thanking god that it wasn't made by M. Night Shymalan because its like something he would make only not as pretentious and at least mildly entertaining. (sorry to the Night fans out there) Because you know is this had been his movie you would have never seen things in the fog, never even known for sure if they were there or not, and then at the end it would have turned out to be global warming or something....
