The killer creatures lurking in The Mist,
a scarily good horror flick based on the Stephen King short story, are
nothing compared to some of the people.
Take Mrs. Carmody, for instance.
Carmody, Marcia Gay Harden’s character in the Frank Darabont-directed
film, is a religious zealot convinced the ominous mist that enshrouds
her small town and the horrible havoc that follows represents the end
of the world, God’s punishment for the sins of humanity. She takes it
upon herself to convert other survivors, and dispatch anyone who won’t
adopt her beliefs. Harden delivers a chilling performance that helps
elevate The Mist above much of what passes for horror in theatres these
days.

So you’re walking home from work on Halloween when you come across an
invite to a “Murder Party” that advises you, in creepy font, to “Come
Alone.” What do you do?

One of the charms of
The irony is not lost on me that in a film where the characters are warned at every turn not to fall asleep or risk becoming a “body-snatched” alien I dozed off. But it was only for a moment, really.



