For some reason, today I awoke to the sound of Cory Haim running away from a werewolf on a motorized wheelchair, thanks to a Stephen King film festival on one of the strange cable movie channels that I inexplicably pay for. It got me thinking about my love of King’s short stories, and my general disdain for the movies they make out of them. King has a tendency to end his books on an ominous and unresolved note (recall that only Wil Wheaton’s character actually survived in the book of “Stand By Me,” aka ‘The Body’), which leads helpful producers to work in their own expectations. Shawshank Redemption notwithstanding, we find things like the horrible bleak movie ending of “The Mist” that completely inverts everything that I enjoyed about the original short story, in the name of a shocking ending.
The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) truly believed Sir Ian McKellen as a German 30 years his senior, asking: What is the worst case of “adaptation decay” (whichever media are involved) in your mind?