.Room 237 for a good long while, but like a Winter stay at The Overlook Hotel you can't quite get the hell outta there before you start going nutty. The director warned us before the film started, "I hope you like The Shining," and it was only when the film passed the eighty-minute mark and kept going and going that I really felt what he meant. Because I do like The Shining. I love it. Indeed "love" isn't really a strong enough word. I loave The Shining, I luff it, two f's. But Room 237 is like being at a party where you tell somebody that and so they call over their friends and they all back you into a corner and interrogate you about indigenous genocide while keeping you cut off from the punch bowl - it overstays its point, eventually.
The film is just too long, and so begins to embody the helpless exhausting sensation of being stuck in someone's else's obsessions... I don't know, perhaps that's totally the point. It's certainly a Shining state of mind I was in by the end. Maybe I was right on when, in a frustrated impotent rage, I murdered all those people on my way home last night? If so - good job, movie!