review: movie - gerald’s game
When looking for a good fright, Stephen King is no doubt your guy. But, with the release earlier this year of the movie adaptation of his 1992 novel, Gerald’s Game, Stephen King has transformed into your give-you-the-down-right-CREEPS guy.
This new-to-Netflix flick, directed by Mike Flanagan, is about Jessie, a woman seeming to be in her early 50’s, and her husband, Gerald. The married couple had planned a weekend away at their lake house in one final attempt to spice up their love life and save their marriage.
To Gerald, this means isolating themselves for the weekend so he can handcuff his wife to the bed and try to role play his long-time developing rape fantasy. However, life had another plan for Gerald, who collapses from a heart attack and leaves Jessie handcuffed to the bed with no means of reaching help. Trapped and seemingly alone, Jessie begins to fall further and further into her subconscious as dehydration and a shattered psyche take over.
This survival tale is not for the faint of heart, believe me. Coupled with themes that could be triggering for some, and hard to stomach for most, Gerald’s Game i a roller coaster of discomfort from the very eerie beginning to the very mind-blowing twist at the end. As Jessie begins to wonder who exactly she married, she uncovers memories from he long-ago childhood. The viewer experiences the evocative effect of having to save oneself, both mentally and physically, right along with her.
Gerald’s Game isn’t haunting like The Conjuring haunting, but it will still surely send tingles down your spine, make you look over your shoulder once or twice, and probably get up to lock your door- just to be safe. Yet, oddly, at the end of the hour and 45 minutes of almost constant uneasiness, you can’t help but admire the story because it does exactly what a horror movie is supposed to do. Gerald’s Game scares you.