King can't seem to help himself when it comes to folding every story he's ever written into his strange, supernatural wider universe; this is his prerogative, of course, but it does tend to limit his stories in occasionally frustrating ways. I say this as a big fan of Stephen King; but nevertheless, there always seems to be a weird moment where things shift into the uncanny valley of intergalactic tortoises or child orgies or grotesque jewelry-stealing serial killers who fuck…
I wish I had a secret home theater/bar hidden behind a bookcase, wow. My desire for that is intense. I know I've seen this before but I remembered literally nothing about it before rewatching it except for the opening sequence with Liev Schreiber, which is fine, because compared to the stellar original and decent sequel, there isn't anything worth remembering in it except for Carrie Fisher's cameo which is worth several stars alone. Neve Campbell is barely in this at all. That sucks.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
A preface to my review (please read this, thanks): at the beginning and the end of the screener I attended, my fellow critics and I were read a statement by Villenueve (at the beginning) and a list (at the end) of things he requested we not discuss in our reviews about the innerworkings of this film, namely, virtually every major plot point. If I recall correctly, his reasoning was he wished all moviegoers to see this organically, without knowing the…
If there's a lingering, vague sense of disappointment regarding this film lurking somewhere in my soul, it's due to the fact that the first half of Muschietti's vision (yes, this is part one of two, dealing with the first time the Losers confront Pennywise while they're still kids--Part 2 will deal with what happens to them as adults) for one of King's most notorious novels comes so fucking close to being perfect, yet that five-star experience slipped through my fingers…