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The Most Abusive Character in Film. Stanley Kubrick’s Jack Torrance in The Shining.

Sneering, snarling, completely lost. (Image by author)

Great films give us great characters for good or bad. Scorsese has more than his share. And while he sometimes includes a big fat hint in the title — Raging Bull, Goodfellas, The Wolf of Wall Street — we all go on quoting and posting gifs of these truly awful people being awful. But Kubrick? His evil is truly evil. Whether it’s the desecration of Gene Kelly’s Singin’ in The Rain in a rape scene in A Clockwork Orange, or HAL 9000’s inability to accept fault and ensuing murderous rampage to cover up his mistake, Kubrick chills with his unblinking camera and meticulous craft. These antiheroes stay with us because they are so real.

And Jack Torrance in The Shining is perhaps the most real of all onscreen abusers. Whatever “shined” at the Overlook Hotel, Jack Torrance was always a dangerous man, the Overlook simply emphasized all that was twisted in him.

I once heard that all Kubrick films can be summed up as: The dehumanization of man by [fill in the blank]. In Dr. Strangelove and 2001, it’s technology. In Paths of Glory and Full Metal Jacket, it’s war. Lolita and Eyes Wide Shut are about sex. In Barry Lyndon it’s society. The Shining, dir. Stanley Kubrick, 1980, is about a man dehumanized by masculinity, or a specific version of it. The utterly antisocial and toxic kind.

Kubrick let us know that from the beginning. Look at the character of his wife Wendy (Shelley Duvall) in the beginning speaking with the doctor about she and Jack’s (Jack Nicholson) son. Danny (Danny Lloyd), blacked out and fell in the bathroom. She is pale and thin and chain smoking. When asked about her family’s recent move to Colorado, we learn that Jack had gotten drunk and dislocated Danny’s arm at their old home in Vermont. She diminishes the incident as “you know, just one of those things,” and smiles when she announces that Jack hasn’t touched a drink since then.

We are immediately told that Jack a threat. A man who won’t simply move his family from Vermont to Colorado to escape his misdeeds, he then proceeds to isolate them further by accepting the winter caretaker position at the Overlook Hotel. A hotel the manager told Jack was inaccessible during winter, the subject of a feud with native tribes, and had a recent winter caretaker who murdered his wife and two daughters with an axe and then killed himself with a shotgun.

“Cozy!” Wendy declares of the cramped area they’ll be forced to live in while at the hotel. While the kitchen, which she’s immediately sent to with Mr. Hallorann (Scatman Cruthers), an older black man, is immense and industrial. The polar opposite of a family kitchen.

Jack’s escalation to violence doesn’t take long, about a month going by the startling screen cards announcing the day of the week. His stated intention in taking the job is to write a book. We only ever see Wendy doing any caretaking of the hotel.Β  Whether she’s checking the boilers, cooking and bringing food to Jack, looking after or playing with Danny or communicating with the local forest rangers about the impassable roads and downed phone lines, she’s engaging in life. Meanwhile Jack plays with his handballs in the large hall he’s staked out as his writing area.

As Wendy, Danny and Jack become more isolated, the worse Jack becomes. It’s as though the release from society and its norms with checks on behavior releases something in Jack. That something is alluded to on the family drive to the hotel: what The Donner Party became after they were left snowbound in the mountains. Worse than animals. Degraded and depraved humanity.

Jack begins with agitated hostility. When Wendy enters the hall to check on him, he orders her out, telling her to leave him alone “and . . . start now by getting the fuck out.” Wendy really has no response to his casual cruelty than to suck in her breath and leave. She isn’t a person to him. Neither is Danny.

When Jack does make his “deal with the devil,” declaring “[he’d] sell his soul for a goddamned glass of beer,” he’s crude with the approving bartender who appears, Lloyd (Joe Turkel). Wendy is “the old sperm bank,” and Danny is “the little fucker.” Danny spread his papers all over his office, so Jack just pulled him away so dislocating his shoulder was Danny’s fault, he explains. Jack complains of “The White Man’s Burden.” Later on, Mr. Hallorann is referred to as “a n—-r cook.” The Bartender says, “Women. Can’t live with them.” Leaving the usual end of the phrase ominously missing.

Meanwhile the film reminds us of the rape of the native lands in the hotel’s faux native decor. Alcohol and alcoholism mark Jack’s degeneration. And when Wendy and Danny go into the hedge maze, we are reminded of the illogical, isolated and frightening situation they are in.

After the snowstorm, and Danny’s apparently violent experience in one of the hotel rooms, Jack grows worse. He treats checking out the room as an annoying interruption. And after having encountered one of his demons in what appears at first to be a beautiful naked woman, he lies to Wendy. He gaslights her into wondering if Danny really is the problem and if she is just being dramatic. In the meantime, Jack pulls the transistors from the radio to the forest service, and destroys the “snow cat” that Wendy said she could drive while touring the hotel.

All this time, Wendy had been keeping up appearances. She kept wearing cute but warm outfits and makeup, which Danny uses in the “Redrum” scene. Making breakfast in bed for Jack. She is the perfect picture of an abused woman. She’s completely isolated with a man she knows can be violent and has a volatile temper. She has no way to contact anyone, and she cannot leave her circumstances. She’s trying her best to keep it together and keep him calm.

Jack rubs her face in the situation when, after finally deciding to leave the hotel in the unbeknownst to her destroyed snow cat for the now catatonic Danny’s sake, Jack yells to her to “Go check it out! You’re not going anywhere, Wendy!”

Wendy eventually realizes her survival and that of Danny requires her to do something drastic. With luck she manages to confine Jack for a while, but when he gets out, she shoves Danny through a tiny window in their bathroom. She looks doomed until Mr. Hallorann, the only person who thought to check on the family, pulls up in another snow cat. After murdering Hallorann with an axe, Jack chases Danny out into the snow.

Here Jack, now howling unintelligibly and barely walking, is outwitted by Danny’s knowledge of the hedge maze. Wendy loads Danny into Hallorann’s snow cat, and they leave. Jack is left completely alone and frozen to death.

Jack Torrance is a terrifying character who believes his own feelings override that of any other character in the film. He dislocates Danny’s shoulder because he’s drunk and late. He relocates his family across the US to avoid his actions and their repercussions. His wife, who is a shy bookworm, is left alone with their son in a new town where neither she nor Danny have friends or support, except through insufficient institutional support in a kind female doctor. Jack blames Wendy for his unrealized dreams of becoming a writer, and further isolates her and their son by agreeing to live in the inaccessible and creepy Overlook Hotel. Jack’s pursuit of alcohol and women, his lack of respect for his wife and care for his son are the demons that drive him to his cold, lonely end.

Jack was always as he was and allowed and encouraged to be by the history represented in the film. He was always frozen on the inside. He wanted to be alone. Unfortunately, he was thinking of John Houston or John Wayne. Instead he was just a little man crippled inside and then without, whose only real contribution to society ended up being reams of all cap type complaining that “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”

NamastΓ© you shining legends.

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Calmer Than Your Are. Losing my Cool, Walter Sobchak, and PTSD.

Me, always.

“No, Walter. You’re not wrong. You’re just an asshole,” The Dude (Jeff Bridges) admits to his bowling buddy Walter Sobchak (John Goodman) in The Cohen Brothers 1998 Noir film meets the end of The California Dream, The Big Lebowski.

I would accept that description of myself. If I also were not wrong and an asshole so often. I get it often enough, but my reactions need help. I am not to the point of pulling a piece in a bowling alley, yet. But my anger response to a perceived wrong, lack of set rules, or disruption is not too far from Walter’s.

Walter is a damaged Vietnam Vet with PTSD. He is divorced, yet still cares for his ex-wife’s dog, and strictly observes Shabbos, the Jewish day of rest. He is a man trying to cling to structures with meaning. They ground and reassure him. And when his routines, rituals, and structure gets disrupted, he lashes out as only John Goodman can. Big and loud.

In an early scene we see him casually talking with The Dude, the old hippie, and Donny, their ex-surfer friend, when he screams “OVER THE LINE!” to an offending bowler.

Calm but deadly serious.
To pulling a piece.
To threatening a bowler at gun point.

Walter clings to structures for comfort. His reaction is to overwhelm others by enforcing the rules, at gun point if need be. He even needs to control when his friend Donny speaks and corrects The Dude’s use of an Asian slur. By the end of the film though, we realize that under all that camo and tactical gear is a scared 18 year old kid who lived through “a world of hurt.” In fact, it turns out he is not even Jewish. He converted for his ex-wife.

But it is Walter who quickly realizes the solution to the mystery of the rug that really tied the room together. He even mentions how “Un-Dude” his friend is being for getting hung up on the “ins and outs.” And he goes whole hog in his attempts to help The Dude on his quest. These are all traits of PTSD. The clinging, whether to habits or routines, rules or people. The shit-losing when anything pops its head into his life with an unwelcome thought. And yet he stares down arch-rival bowler, The Jesus, while Dude stammers. And he will mess up a couple of Nihilists who killed your car with a quickness.

His tears at the end signal the restoration of order and peace for him. The Dude needs Walter. But Walter also needs The Dude. Because The Dude is the one man chill enough to give Walter the grace to forgive himself. When Walter apologizes, The Dude says, “Fuck it, man.”

What the movie doesn’t explicitly show, however, is the embarrassment of being Walter. We with PTSD are simply not cool like The Dude. We tend to be rigid, hold ourselves rigidly, follow routines, and construct a framework to hang the point of life on. And that protects us from the scary truth that our suffering was and is pointless. As all suffering is.

The end result is sometimes you just lose your cool and freak out in a diner over the accessibility of a severed toe. Then Pride holds him in that diner seat long after he has embarrassed himself and The Dude.

Embarrassment, shame, self-loathing, or disgust generally fill the calm after the fit has passed. And it is something I have had to face down fiercely as I do my last days to week in this hotel room. All of my life is uncertain right now. All structure is gone. I have formed habits already to keep me sane in this room. But after living in fear and uncertainty for seven months now, I have had my share of outbursts.

But I have come to realize that I do not have to sit in the diner where I embarrassed myself. Walter eventually breaks down in tears, admits how wrong he had been, and apologizes to The Dude, and to Donny posthumously. “Fuck it.” Says The Dude, as they head off into the sunset to the lanes.

Feeling the shame, getting unbent, and apologizing are the keys. And if you are lucky enough, you will have friends who tell you to “Fuck it” and go bowling. I mean, in the end, all that is wrong — and there is plenty to go around in this world — sometimes flips our asshole switch. And it feels awful. Nobody wants to lose their cool. Good thing all those cool Dudes need us as much as The Dude needs Walter. Because we will do anything to get back your goddamn rug that really tied the room together! Eh, fuck it. Let’s roll.

– JL βœŒπŸΌπŸ’™πŸ’›πŸ––πŸΌπŸŒ»

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It IS a Wonderful Life

YOU ARE…FALLS.

For all my beautiful friends, known and unknown to me:

Writing at the darkest time of year, when we string lights and let candles flicker as we await the rebirth of the Sun, I want you to remember that it truly is a wonderful, glorious, miraculous life.

And while other holiday films may delight us with nostalgia, or portraits of crazy families still managing to enjoy their particular life, I love It’s a Wonderful Life (Frank Capra, 1947).

A dark film, for a dark season, that eventually turns its face again to the light. It’s a Wonderful Life presents us with a portrait of a family man who sees his life as a failure, is deeply in debt, and attempts suicide on Christmas Eve. But it’s not that George Bailey (Jimmy Stewart) actually wants to die. He specifically wishes to have never been born. And his wish is granted.

Having never been born, George Bailey is free to see how life would have proceeded without him. The thousands of little links in the chain of his existence are broken. He was not alive to save his brother’s life, to keep a grieving pharmacist from accidentally poisoning someone, to marry his wife, to fix his dream home as well as build the dream homes of the people of his hometown of Bedford Falls.

Beyond seeing how connected and important his life was to so many, he also realizes that he has no memories, no experience of life, no friends, no family, no connections, no love. And this is when he chooses to live again.

I want you to think about what George Bailey knows when he makes his decision to return to his life. Nothing has changed. There are Zuzu’s petals in his pocket, he is still broken by debt, and yet he chose to have back his experiences, his connections, his friends, family and love.

And though the town pulls together to help erase his debt that night, George did not know that would happen when he chose life. He wanted to kiss his wife and children, run through the streets shouting “Merry Christmas” to all, even old man Potter.

None of us know our future. Whether trouble, pain, or loss will hit us on any particular day, but we go on anyway because the alternative is nothingness.

Imagine never experiencing life. Not simply seeing the stars, or falling in love, or sunsets after a fine day, but never knowing loss, the pain of unrequited love. Life is all of these things, the painful, the glorious, the unjust, the small triumphs, the love and loss. And living with the constant uncertainty of it all.

And yet we choose this everyday. In a dark, cold, and lonely Universe, somehow you were born. A naked ape made from the elements of the Earth, kin to all you see in a very real way. The only difference is that, having life, you get to reflect on the immense miracle of it all. And it is never too late to choose to live in love and awe.

This season, count your riches in the amount of love you give, the joy you bring, and be open to this glorious, uncertain, and wonderful life. May peace and love fill all of your days, and may you safely rest in the arms of love, no matter what this life brings.

– JLβœŒπŸΌπŸ’šπŸŒΌπŸ––πŸΌ

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