There's something about the tragedy playing out in Ukraine since the Fall of last year -- and in particular the attitude of Sad Vlad, The Putin (who always, to me, seems sad; he is Sad Vlad) which reminds me of Kubrick's adaptation of Stephen King's The Shining.
A man finds a sense of belonging and place, self-justification and a measure of success, but only within a terrible illusion of evil and death -- one that ultimately consumes him: The image of Jack Torrance at the bar in the Gold Room at the Overlook Hotel, believing he's in the middle of a party and not realizing where he actually is -- or is not -- and what's coming.
LLOYD: Good evening, Mr. Putin. (Leans forward) What'll it be?
PUTIN: Hair of the bear what bit me, Lloyd!
LLOYD: Certainly. How's everything going, Mr. Putin?
PUTIN: Y'know, I don't understand it, Lloyd. I never laid a hand on their goddamned heads, those Ukrainian-whatevers. I love the little sons of bitches! There's not a goddamned thing I wouldn't do for 'em. And look how they treat me.
LLOYD: Ukrainians. You can't live with them, but you can't live without them.
PUTIN: Words of wisdom, Lloyd; words of wisdom.