In the late spring or early summer of 1980, like quite a few people, I saw Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining at a first-run theater. Unlike most people, however, I was living at a Funeral Home when I saw it. To be accurate, I wasn’t quite living there that night; I was merely staying there, having returned, only temporarily, on a visit. I had lived in this family complex, of three houses, in Philadelphia, in the late 1970s. The first two floors of the middle house of the complex housed the Funeral Home, with its slogan on the illuminated marquee on … Continue reading KUBRICK, THE FUTURE and HIS BLACKEST COMEDY