In this long awaited adaptation of Stephen King’s novella by director Frank Darabont, “The Mist” is the external threat, unleashed on a small Nor’eastern town and settling down around a supermarket. Inside, the consumers trolling the aisles for supplies abruptly find themselves to be the consumables, as barely glimpsed beasties tap against the fragile plate glass wall that separates them from sudden and grisly death. As King adaptations go, this is one of best. If not the best. As Darabont began his slow build, my heart was pounding, my leg jittering. Occasionally, I jumped. Squeaked even … but in a manly way. If monster movies are your bag of popcorn, then I’d recommend seeing this in a theater.