Destination Bangor, Maine..."
- 'King of the Road',
Roger Miller
We've got a long train journey ahead of us as we hobo all the way up the eastern coast of America to our next destination: Maine. So pull up a crate, get as comfy as you can, watch out for the rail company bulldogs as we discuss what we know about Maine.
Maine is America's most north-easterly state, tucked into a crook of the Canadian border. I'm envisaging wild Canada-like terrain too: miles and miles of crags and hills, coated thickly with forest. Moose and bear coming down to the lakes and fast-flowing rivers. And those rivers running on to a splintered and shattered coast, mile after mile of bays and inlets, harbours and islands. Fishing fleets and lobsters. Towns, I would imagine, are not very large and scattered widely. The further from the coast one goes, the thinner the population and the wilder the terrain.
And there's possibly something in the air in Maine. All these isolated villages surrounded by deep, dark woods and old clap-board sea-captains' houses down in the coves must breed myths and ghost stories. Why else would Stephen King live there?
My three films for Maine are:
- The Mist (2007)
- The Cider House Rules (1999)
- Lake Placid (1999)
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