Corridors of the mind, like a labyrinth, leading nowhere; uncontrollable bursts of emotion (Run Baby Run) as respite from the solitude of confinement (physical and psychological); persecution and self-loathing finding an outlet through a generic supernatural mystery and its knife-through-the-heart twist. The Ward is not only a genuinely heartbreaking, multi-layered psychodrama, but arguably Carpenter's greatest work.
Johnny C's "The Ward" reminds me of my breakfast this morning. A no-name bowl of brown sugar oat meal. It is was if I was being forced to eat this bland bowl of mush by my boy Johnny C who is holding a gun to dome. Then when I finally finished the the mush he tells me that it wasn't actually brown sugar but, it was actually Apple Blue Berry... I HATE APPLE BLUE BERRY! Johnny C please make another show, you are my boy
A masterclass in B-picture filmmaking. Carpenter takes on as pulpy and ridiculous a script as he has ever worked, and enlivens it with a ferocious sense of purpose. As with the best of Carpenter's work, even if this may not necessarily match up with it, every shot frames its subjects and moves with supreme confidence and disarming ease.