Its hard to think of an unfilmable Stephen King story with a higher degree of difficulty thanGeralds Game.
The home happens to be a cabin in the woods, and the horrors start quickly.
Gerald expires from a heart attack, leaving Jessie latched to their marital bed.
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Thats the inciting incident, and most of the plot.
The early scenes have a droll domestic suspense.
Jessie and Gerald (Bruce Greenwood) arrive at their vacation home.
They awkwardly prepare for a good time.
She rips a tag off her undergarments; he swallows a blue pill.
The scene that follows is a complex, freaky, darkly funny emotional ballet.
Greenwood and Gugino make a compelling old married couple, experts at talking around each other.
And also, sadly, kind of ends.
The film stretches to weave these two tones together, a madcap domestic apocalypse and a repressed assault narrative.
When it works, its because of Gugino, the rare performer who can suggest victimized despairandempowered triumph.
It would almost be worth the price of admissions; its certainly worth a Netflix click.
But that build takes alongtime.
