Near the beginning of the climactic sequence of August Rush, there’s a shot of Manhattan’s Central Park. It’s taken from a distance, so we see mostly greenery. Occupying one portion of the screen, though, is the park’s bandstand, around which a large crowd has gathered for a concert. It’s a memorable impression of humanity separated from the wilderness by what links them: music.

If you’re looking for a family movie to enjoy this holiday weekend, you’ve got lots to choose from. But let me warn you: The Mist is not for kids, Grandma or anyone prone to bad dreams. Having years ago become jaded by horror movies, I’m not kidding when I say that this is the stuff of nightmares.