As the episode, Local Color,
the third episode of Hulu’s Stephen King series, Castle Rock, was finishing, I couldn’t help but hearken back to a
conversation I had with a friend at work who told me she didn’t want anything
to do with “scary” movies. I tried to convince her to give this show a try as
it was more about mystery and intrigue in a failing Maine town seemingly
overwrought with financial/economic ruin. Then the end of the episode has
struggling psychic (who just wants the ‘thought’ messages and voices to go
away), and wannabe realtor success, Molly Strand, pulling a large butcher knife
[natch] from the drawer of the kitchen in her ransacked home, gradually
surveying the area, hearing a noise/sound upstairs (*gulp*), cautiously moving
up towards her bedroom, reaching around carefully each corner or room until she
gets to the bed, looking under it for clues, before exiting into the hall where
she indeed comes in contact with a bandaged figure representing the pastor, the
adoptive father of Henry Deaver, reaching towards her. Yeah, not exactly a
ringing endorsement for someone who admittedly covers her eyes with her hands
at such things. Disconnecting his breathing tube when she was a “pre-teen
voyeur” (as described by her chatterbox sister), after arriving to his bedside,
from a machine keeping him alive, Molly’s reason for doing this remains a
burden she continues to carry. Wearing Deaver’s red hoodie sweatshirt,
understanding his tension with the adoptive father, Molly almost seemed to
carry his influence, his desires to disconnect the tube, carrying out the
process because her friend was unable to. So there I was a day before trying to
goad my friend—someone quite clear in her disinterest in “things that go bump
in the night” due to how such content remains on her mind and creates nightmares,
into watching this show—realizing my mistake. Live and learn, I guess. Some
friend I am, though, right?
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