The Dead Zone

The Dead Zone


The Dead Zone’ is one of the very few Stephen King adaptations that manage to capture the author’s signature sense of inexplicable, internal/external terror. ‘The Dead Zone’ stands as one of David Cronenberg’s most straightforward and eerily effective early works.

Trimming King’s source material down to its lean essence, and benefiting from the lack of his imaginative monsters, which never properly translate to the screen, the film concerns Maine schoolteacher Johnny Smith (Christopher Walken), who turns down an offer to stay the night with his girlfriend Sarah (Brooke Adams), subsequently gets into a traffic accident, and awakens from a coma five years later with the gift of second sight.

Far from a blessing, however, the power proves to be a damnable curse, turning Johnny into a freak show whose time and attention is coveted by many, but only for their own selfish ends. As the man’s vision expands, his life shrinks down to nothing, an isolated existence which Cronenberg depicts through direction that routinely lingers on the empty silences between words and the distant whooshing of wintry New England wind.

Cronenberg’s icy directorial detachment lends ‘The Dead Zone’ a haunting creepiness, greatly amplified by Walken, whose halting verbal rhythms and glassy stare imbue Johnny with an alienated (if not outright alien) quality. His resurrection laced with biblical connotations, Johnny eventually helps the police solve a serial-killer case; he also reconnects with Sarah, who, during his coma, got married and had a child.

Without ever pressing its thematic concerns too strenuously, the film develops into a tale about mortality, and the decisions we make to give our fleeting lives purpose. Those issues are most fully wrestled with during the film’s final third, when Johnny comes into contact with a senatorial candidate named Stillson (Martin Sheen), and “sees” that the man’s election will result in global calamity (“the missiles are flying hallelujah, hallelujah!”).

Considering the preceding story’s overarching aura of doom, it’s no surprise that tragedy inevitably ensues. Nonetheless, Cronenberg deftly finds a way to end his film as he began it: on a subtle, allegorical note of Christ-like grace.

The film’s vignette-like style (one could see it easily working as a tv series) leaves ‘The Dead Zone’ room to breathe that is rare to find in more recent horror (or more recent movies period) which ends up being one of its central strengths. Stillson is slowly built up over the course of the entire film by small dialogue mentions and campaign signs, but only actually appears in the storyline as a major force by the third act.

As a result the audience is subconsciously primed to react in a way that most films would struggle to reach, and Martin Sheen turns in a frankly frightening performance as the psychotic populist. What makes this revival so well timed is the quite alarming parallels that Stillson bears to Donald Trump, almost to the point where it makes the scenes featuring him feel queasily unpleasant as Cronenberg unwittingly cuts far too close to the bone for comfort.  Even though Johnny’s quest is to stop Stillson from being elected at all costs, is portrayed as a life or death struggle for the fate of the entire world, that’s probably where the similarities between Trump and Stillson end…right?


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