Do yourself a favor and read the book!
S. LEISENRING | 05/16/2010
(1 out of 5 stars)
"Stephen King's Needful Things, is truly one of the finest, and most memorable books that I have ever read. One of his very best. He proves himself over and over again, with his amazing abilities, by giving birth to this chilling, and very detail laced saga, of a small town in Maine, whose inhabitants are wily and unknowingly coerced, to do seemingly petty and harmless acts of low level mischief to one another, in order to gain access to certain items for sale at the new store, that has just opened up in town, (Needful Things). But as the story continues, the envied baseball card, or the picture of Elvis, etc, seems to take on a more and more obsessive consuming of the owners lives, as everything else's importance seems to just fade away, as if one were a worthless street bum, infatuated with a brand new bottle their favorite poison. The seemingly insignificant deeds, done at the shop owner's requests, bring on a much more foul and bloody result from their doings, than anyone would ever dream or imagine. Soon the whole town is in disarray, as once best of friends, or neighbors with small grievances with another, are now at each other's throats, and behind it all, is a plot that will take castle Rock off any map that they may have ever found themselves on, in the first place. This should have been made into a top quality 5 part TV mini-series. Instead, it was butchered in the movie house, like a fine filet mignon, that was tossed on a BBQ in the middle of a grease fire, caused by last night's burger party, and pushed onto a plate, a la carte, covered with a nasty ketchup sauce of violence and explosions, never giving a chance to the viewer to savor the subtleties of the "tenderness and juiciness" from the build up of the characters, and their intertwinings with each other, before the whole town starts to go to pot! I was left feeling raped of my cash, both from the movie, and the 1000% mark up on the popcorn, as I departed the theater, wanting to go home and pen a nasty letter to the person who did the screen adaptation work, and the director, for doing more heinous violence to this great book, on film, that all the bloody goings on in the movie itself. SHAME upon them! READ THE BOOK! The ending simply stood my hair on end!"