HORROR
You don't need a weatherman to know which way Stephen King is heading when he forecasts fog. In The Mist, an overwrought but cheesily enjoyable horror film, a Maine town is enveloped by a mysterious haze, bringing terror and death and maybe something non-human with it. Based on a novella by King and directed by Frank Darabont (The Green Mile), Mist follows the fortunes of a band of survivors trapped in a grocery store after the murderous pea soup descends. The movie offers some toe-curling scares, and Harden is a kick as a religious zealot who decrees the excess humidity is God's wrath made manifest, but all the Twilight Zone doomsday nonsense feels painfully stretched out at just over two hours.
