This is the fourth film I have watched in "My Letterboxd Season Challenge 2022-23", "A 33 week long challenge where the goal each week is to watch a previously unseen feature length film from a specified category." This is the 8th annual challenge, and my fourth time participating (my first year can be found at "My Letterboxd Season Challenge 2019-20", the second year at "My Letterboxd Season Challenge 2020-21", and last year at "My Letterboxd Season Challenge 2021-22"). Week 4 is called "Fit for a King Week":
This week's challenge is to watch a previously unseen film adapted from a work by Stephen King.
How long does it take to read Edgar Allan Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart"? OK, sorry, that's a spoiler. Suffice to say that 1922 is 102 minutes long, and I'm pretty sure you could read Poe's story in less time than that.
There's nothing particularly wrong with 1922. The acting is solid, and Thomas Jane effectively captures the insides of a man who probably knows more about life than he wants to admit to himself. Zak Hilditch, who also wrote the screenplay, opts for a slow-burn approach, and you might find it more compelling than I did. The horrors, when they do come, are OK, especially if you are afraid of rats. But I was never surprised by 1922, never felt like I was seeing something new.
And that's not necessarily a bad thing, but it means 1922 is closer to a generic Stephen King horror adaptation than it is to a classic. I've recently watched two more quirky horror films, Thirst and Titane, and while I had problems with the latter in particular, they were both unique and hard to forget. On a lazy Saturday afternoon, I might be more inclined to re-watch 1922, but it's not the movie those others are.