One hotel, a million nightmares.
Jack Nicholson, at his manic best, is already a deeply-troubled man before he hauls the family off to the wilderness.
Once there, his new home becomes a prison, chipping away at what little sanity he has left.
The man just wants a little frickin’ peace and quiet in which to write. Is that too much to ask?
Apparently, as there’s bizarre stuff happening behind every door at the Overlook, and a handy axe just laying around, waiting to be used for nefarious purposes.
Time to let your freak flag fly high, Jack my boy.