Needed a better script
“Needful Things” is a horror movie without discipline, a Stephen King adaptation that must rank amongst the bottom of the barrel. At 2 hours, it has nearly no use whatsoever, yet apparently there is also a 3 hour cut somewhere, and if you want real proof the devil exists, that’s it.
By far the best thing here is Max Von Sydow as Leland Gaunt, the imposing figure who opens up a quaint little antique shop in the Maine town of Castle Rock. He offers anything and everything for a low low price but a heavy cost and soon everyone in the town is doing what Leland really wants, which is set upon each other to produce widespread death and chaos.
The people of the town include Sheriff Pangborn (Ed Harris), his fiancee and local cafe owner Polly (Bonnie Bedelia), her mousy baker (Amanda Plummer), and a local politician (J.T. Walsh) who has too much of a thing for gambling.
Vice is only the start of the problems for many of these people; many have come to town to escape violent pasts, some are losers looking to reclaim past glories, the Catholics and Baptists are at war with each other, and Polly has crippling arthritis. They’re all easily willing to give into temptation and Gaunt seizes upon that: Von Sydow is so good at sly deviousness that the movie leaves us thankful he usually gets the most screen time.
But while he excels, most of the other characters are never the wiser for far too long- Harris is a dull hero, having little to do but wait for a silly scene where his character realizes Gaunt is the devil, just by looking at newspaper clippings. And it seems like the actors who make the biggest impression are those who succumb to highly broad overacting. Walsh, in particular, pushes paranoia to the extremes but pretty much everyone is going hilariously overboard- pushing crazy eyes or country bumpkin routines in place of real character development.
What makes it all the worse is that the film seems like just a long string of childish pranks for far too long and once things do start to heat up, they can also get tasteless (the skinned dog goes too far), redundant, and senseless. This isn’t horror so much as ludicrousness on parade. Even in terms of B-movie thrills, it offers nothing. It’s not scary, not thrilling, or even very enjoyable, and when the Devil is your most likable character, something has gone wrong.