Category Archives: Snow Days

The great unofficial holiday of kid-dom: the snow day, that glorious “holiday” that arrives unpredictably and often without warning, canceling out the dour prospect of school on a moment’s notice and at the same time offering up a dose of snow in which to spend the free day. (A fondly remembered health teacher once offered up this potent description of how heroin felt: “You wake up and there’s snow outside your window and your mother says there’s no school; you don’t have to get out of bed. Right then, the pillow feels just right. Your sheets, your bed, feel just right. Am I right? That’s how it feels.”) Of course, if the kids stay home, chances are the grown-ups can’t go anywhere either. The video choices should be snowy, fanciful, and wild.

The Shining (1980)

Jack Nicholson, a telepathic boy, an empty hotel, an axe. And oh, so much more—Stanley Kubrick’s landmark boo-fest rewards repeat viewings like a slot machine, from the awful sound of the kid’s Big Wheel on those silent corridor carpets to the beautiful naked ghost in the bathtub to Lloyd the saturnine bartender, fueling the animal for a night of mad havoc. The Shining is as much a hair-raising exploration of writer’s block, wintertime claustrophobia, and paternal impatience as it is a whacked-out horror flick—and it does run amuck in its own ozone. If little else, it’ll surely cure you of the notion that getting genuinely snowed in within a cavernous resort hotel might be fun or restorative, but being trapped at home with this dilly can electrify a cold, dull afternoon. If you can’t already quote at least half a dozen lines (“Give me the bat, Wendy . . .”), you need to catch up with the rest of America. All work and no play, indeed. With Shelley Duvall, Joe Turkell, and Scatman Crothers.

Jack Nicholson in the famous “Here’s Johnny” scene
Jack Nicholson in the famous “Here’s Johnny” scene (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Murder on the Orient Express (1974)

It’d be hard to do better than to hunker down with Murder on the Orient Express. A gleefully professional, completely confident all-star cast, on an aristocratic-age luxury train, on a day when the snow piles up outside just like it piles up around the train, stuck as it is in a Yugoslavian mountain drift while one of its passengers (Richard Widmark) is murdered in his private berth. Agatha Christie stalwart Hercule Poirot (Albert Finney, slicing his lean ham so nicely) interviews the suspects, twirling his trademarked moustache, and decades of celebrities parade before us, acting up snowstorms. Ah, the lost days when murder was fun, train travel was elegant, and royalty were to be pitied their vanished empires. An Oscar went to Ingrid Bergman for her one scene because, well, she’s Ingrid Bergman.

Agatha Christie: Murder on the Orient Express
Agatha Christie: Murder on the Orient Express (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Thing (1951)

It’s a universal assumption by now that this bouncy, matter-of-fact sci-fi thriller was actually directed by producer Howard Hawks. This accounts for the snappy patter and all-business plot stuff, but the “trapped in the Arctic with an alien” scenario comes from veteran genre scribe John W. Campbell Jr.’s story “Who Goes There?” Tight and suspenseful as hell; The Thing was remade in 1982 to significantly more garish effect.