Here we are! The long-awaited conclusion of Thin by Jon Clark. I have been so anxious to get this read and get this review up for all of you. If you are just joining us you can get the first two reviews here Thin #1, Thin #2.
Now, let’s get into the meat of the finale…
Doris is still trapped, her torso and head on the floor, her legs on the bed, an ankle wrapped in one of the ties that had been holding her down. There is a worm monster heading towards her head, it’s razor sharp teeth exposed, ready for attack.
She starts to try to pump her self up, telling herself she can do at least ONE sit-up in order to save her life…but, she can’t.
Resigning herself to the fact that she can’t even do the one sit-up, she decides to fight back against these worm creatures in her own way.
Laying there, looking helpless, she starts to feed off of her anger and she waits for the worm to get closer…closer…closer still. By now, it’s right in front of her face. She opens her mouth, as if it’s an open invitation to devour her from the inside out, and just as the creature is close enough to bite her, she grabs the thing with her teeth and chomps down with all her might. (Interestingly, clenching your teeth together in such a manner can generate around 5600 psi of pressure or more, or so I’ve read…chewing is roughly about 20-40 psi. The human jaw and bite can exert an enormous amount of pressure. Grinding your teeth exerts about 250 psi.)
Now, she’s bitten this nasty intestine looking thing’s head off and she spits it out onto the floor, with force I might add. See, now Doris has attitude. (And maybe a little more…) She begins to talk smack to the dead worm, talking about how she beat it, she won and (here’s the kicker) she starts laughing…a lot. (It’s creepy. All I could think of was Jack Nicholson’s The Joker in Batman…that eerie psycho laugh to go along with that devilish and evil smile. Just…yeesh.)
While she’s celebrating, Doris doesn’t notice the worm wriggling toward her foot. It bites her (probably just to get her attention) and she screams out with the sharp pain.
At this point, adrenaline pumping at incredibly high levels, she actually does manage to sit up, reach the worm at her foot and grabs it. She clenches it so tight in her fist that she squishes it to death, it’s guts and blood splatting on her as she continues her celebratory taunting.
She hears that “slurping’ that she’s become so in tune with and as she looks over there is one more worm. The worm that killed Martha. Right next to her. Having had more than enough of this craziness, she harnesses all of her anger, rage, courage, fear, everything she’s been feeling through this whole ordeal and SPLAT!...one dead worm.
After the battle for her survival, she frees herself and calls the police. A patrol unit drives her home.
As soon as she walks in the door, good ol’ cheating hubby immediately starts in on her, yelling at her, asking when’s dinner, what’s dinner, berated her as if she’s some kind of a moron. (Now, if he even remotely cared about her at all he would notice that, even though she’s being somewhat normal, something is terribly wrong here. I mean, with what she just went through, it HAS to show on her face, in her demeanor, in her voice…something!)
So, as he’s going on and on about how she’s late and dinner is late, Doris goes to the kitchen and takes something out of her purse. It’s a jar. With two of the worm monsters in it. (Is she friggin’ nuts??? She’s keeping them? If you want a family pet lady, might I suggest a dog or a cat, maybe a bird or some fish? How about a ferret or a chinchilla? But, truly, pass on the killer worms, yeah?)
She agrees that it’s dinner time but, she’s just been through what probably tops the worst day of her life. She feels, like any addict, that she deserves a reward for making it through. So, she sneaks off to the bathroom with a gallon of ice cream and a really big spoon as her treat for, I don’t know, call it good behavior…determination…perseverance…but, mainly, survival.
Yet, something in Doris has changed. Looking into the back of her spoon and seeing her reflection, she changes her mind about the ice cream and doesn’t eat any of it. Then, she takes the worm monsters into the kitchen and plops them into the sink, grinding them up with the garbage disposal.
And all of a sudden, we have a new Doris. And she’s on a mission.
She walks right up to jerkface, who is comfortably ensconced in his recliner, and smacks him across the face…HARD. She tells him that that was for sleeping with the accounting slut. Then, she slaps him again…HARD. Apparently, that one is for talking to her and treating her the way he does. She says from now on that he WILL treat her with respect or she’ll give him a Hell he’s never imagined.
Stunned, he sits there, dumbfounded…and says nothing.
She tells him to reply “Yes Dear”, mostly for his own safety, and he does. She also informs him that there are going to be some changes around that house.
And salad is for dinner.
I will always be willing to recommend this miniseries to a horror comic book fan. I really enjoyed the whole story but, the ending…it made me wonder if a man actually wrote this!!
I really felt for Doris through her terror. The heartbreaking moment when she discovers her husband cheating and then the feeling of utter defeat when she realizes that even one sit-up is just plumb too much for her to accomplish was truly embellished by the artwork defining these emotions.
And, as someone who DOES NOT condone domestic violence or abuse in any way, shape or form, I am one of Doris’s biggest cheerleaders for standing up for herself. (Though it’s not recommended for actual victims of domestic abuse to confront their abuser like Doris did, since this is fiction, it’s okay.)
All in all, I thought this was an excellent tale with a great ending. So worth the wait and the read. And even though I have given so much information in these reviews, it still does not encompass the story writing and the art put together, which invoke many emotions as we ride the rollercoaster of horror with our new-found friend.