These old Stephen King miniseries directed by Craig R. Baxley are consistently enjoyable. They always look cheap and Baxley has little to no creative flair, which I think may have been a good thing in King's opinion. But it's fun watching King's characters play out on screen in long form. Yesterday I watched the first episode of 1999's Storm of the Century.
Tim Daly stars as a sheriff in a small, northeastern coastal town bracing for a massive storm. Meanwhile, a sinister man with monster teeth comes to town and starts killing people.
This guy somehow knows about all the secret crimes people have concealed in their pasts. King gets a lot of nice tension out of the hazardous situations involving people who might deserve a comeuppance.
It's a nice, cosy watch. I think I might have enjoyed it more on a long, lazy day during winter vacation.
Twitter Sonnet #1702
A line of ghosts invade the hidden train.
Besiegers settle not for partial terms.
Museums amount to ancient grinning pain.
Escape we never shall from many germs.
The human heart was stuck in liver town.
For after schnapps, the belly shook a boast.
Frames abide to chop the forest down.
The risk returned to bread, you're eating toast.
No cake was shaped of only syrup yet.
Determined eggs return the flying pan.
With safer yolks your breakfast's sooner bet.
A bigger meal attracts a larger fan.
Surrounding trees conceal the lives of birds.
The heart was washed away with heartless words.
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