Storms are a scary thing. They’re big, they kill people, and they can sweep up houses easily. You know what else is scary? Big, brawny men attacking you and your daughter in your dreams, causing you to pee your pants and have seizures, that’s what. These are a couple of the things that Take Shelter’s troubled protagonist Curtis (Michael Shannon) experiences. A working husband and father in his mid 30s, Curtis begins to experience apocalyptic visions of a storm that will wipe out a huge amount of the population. These nightmares provoke him to start building an expensive storm shelter in his backyard, a mere weeks before his daughter is scheduled to have a surgery that will permanently fix her hearing problem.
Drinking, drugs, sex, fun and writing; these were the five words that Hunter S. Thompson lived by. For years he traveled the world, ingesting copious amounts of illegal narcotics, drinking until he blacked out, and then wrote about it the next day with a hangover and a Bloody Mary. He was a man’s man, with a very straightforward love for guns, and an even more straightforward hate for Richard Nixon. Thompson was never afraid to voice his not-so-humble opinions. He wrote many novels and memoirs, most notably Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Hell’s Angels, but early in his career, while residing in Puerto Rico, he wrote the novel, The Rum Diary.
Following a journalist named Paul Kemp, the semi-autobiographical novel wasn’t published until much later in his career. Many claimed the novel has no plot and is reflective of a pre-Gonzo Thompson; in other words, a less interesting one. I’ve not read the novel, but after viewing the film, I can make a prediction and say that I’d have to disagree.