Jack Torrance: I like you, Lloyd. I always liked you. You were always the best of them. Best goddamned bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine. Or Portland, Oregon, for that matter.
Been looking through this…
… and came across this.
If you know The Shining movie, you certainly remember when Wendy found what Jack had been merrily typing for days. Just one line over and over and over: “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” Turns out by that time the scrapbook hadn’t inspired Jack to writing significant fiction but might have instead driven him over the edge. But is this what it seems in the movie? There’s significant evidence that parts of the movie are actually externalized versions of the novel he is writing based on this scrapbook. A prime example is mentioned in Kearns’ page on the Tuesday section of the movie.
What clued me in personally about a story within a story going on here is that Wendy, when approaching Jack finally hard at work on his story, typing madly away in the cavernous Colorado Lounge of the hotel, says hello to him *twice.* Here’s the dialog, culled from Kearns’ site (thanks once again Juli!):
WENDY: Hi, hon. How’s it going?
Jack rips his page out of the now gray typewriter.
She leans in and gives him a kiss.
WENDY: Get a lot written today?
195 MCU Jack from Wendy’s side. (43:56)
JACK (stiffly): Yes.
196 CU Wendy. (44:00)
Now we view Wendy.
WENDY (stiffly): Hey. The weather forecast said it’s going to snow tonight.
After the second greeting, Jack’s demeanor changes. He becomes more sullen, and asks her not to disturb him again while he’s working. What’s more, a *chair* has obviously disappeared from the wall behind him, seen clearly in the shot of Jack just prior to this. Again, as with Danny’s tiger poster discussed in “strange? 02” (LINK) and many, many more examples throughout The Shining, this disappearance is *not* a continuity error, but purposely inserted into the film by Kubrick at this particular juncture for a specific purpose. There appears to be 2 Jacks here (and 2 Wendys), the real Jack typing the story in the Colorado Lounge, and the Jack *within the story*, also typing, and also more irritated by Wendy’s intrusion. I would venture that the Jack who typed “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” over and over is the fictional one within the story. The real Jack is merely typing the story itself. But since the real Jack is also in a *fictional* movie… well, we’ve returned to the idea of nested dolls, and which reality is real.
And overlayed on top of this is the bizarre twist that actors named Jack (Nicholson) and Danny (Lloyd) play the Jack and Danny characters in the movie, with these fictional names originating in Stephen King’s source book and otherwise unconnected to the real names. Kubrick himself mentioned this coincidence (synchronicity, really) in an interview with Michel Ciment when speaking about the music of the film:
… most of the music in the film came from the Polish composer Krystof Penderecki. One work titled Jakob’s Dream was used in the scene when Jack wakes up from his nightmare, a strange coincidence. Actually there were a number of other coincidences, particularly with names. The character that Jack Nicholson plays is called Jack in the novel. His son is called Danny in the novel and is played by Danny Lloyd. The ghost bartender in the book is called Lloyd.
Here we return Lloyd the bartender, then.
I’ve seen several Shining researchers mention the additional coincidence that this bartender is serving Jack a *Jack Daniels* drink, comparing it to the union of father (Jack) and son (Danny, or Daniel). Here we might also be talking about an incestuous relationship between the two; there’s actually a considerable body of evidence for this, although the basic theory is rejected by Kearns at least. But there’s also such evidence as Jack talking about his relationship with Danny while drinking Jack Daniels in front of Lloyd, saying things like…
I never laid a hand on him, goddamn it. I didn’t. I wouldn’t touch one hair on his little goddamn little head. I love the little son of a bitch. I’d do anything for him, any fucking thing for him.