Leo and I just finished watching Stanley Kubrick’s ‘The Shining’. It is 4:57am. He swore he had to leave at 2:30 so he could get some shut eye and go to work semi-coherent.
Leo doesn’t watch frightening movies.
The last time I watched this by myself I woke up at 5 with nightmares.
“Riddhi..” he said “Promise me one thing…”
“Promise me that you’ll drop me home after the movie”
“Shut up maaaan.”
He then wanted me to drop him to the main road, the plan being that he’d make the rick drop me back down the road. Luckily he didn’t make me do this.
For some unknown reason he insisted I hang on to the DVD. Maybe he didn’t want to be left alone with it all night.
Neither do I so I took it off my laptop and left it in the living room…far far away.
I still can’t sleep.
The movie doesn’t seem that terrifying when it’s actually on but once you turn it off its the little things that Kubrick does that you can’t fucking get out of your mind.
The rumbling of the kids tricycle as it moves over the hotel’s wooden floor followed by the muffled sound over the carpet.
The green bathroom tiles, the way things move; slow, silent and sure.
Man, that man was good.