IT
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When I was 10 years old my 16 year old brother rented a movie and put it in our TV and me and him were going to watch it that night since my parents were out of town. We lived in the woods in West Virginia and our basement was large with our Magnavox CRT TV a good 20 feet away from the couch so when you turn the lights out there is a lot of space and darkness (kinda creepy for a 10 year old). He put in Stephen King's IT and then went upstairs to go to bed and let me watch it by myself (because he was an ******* and thought it would be funny). I was too scared to leave the couch under the blankets and walk the 20 feet to turn the lights on and the TV off so I just sat there horrified for about 2 and half hours watching that thing.
Will never watch the IT again thank you very much.
Will never watch the IT again thank you very much.
"GrandePdre, I have my problems with the book, but I will give them credit. This trailer is creepy as hell.
It has to be better than the first movie. Just curious, what problems did you have with the book? It's been 20 years since I read it, so details may be a bit faded.
It has to be better than the first movie. Just curious, what problems did you have with the book? It's been 20 years since I read it, so details may be a bit faded.
The whole gang bang sequence in the book is just way too creepy. Add that to the Bowers reacharound bit and describing the one girl having multiple orgasms, I just that King got a bit too creepy and salacious unnecessarily. And to top it off, the final battle was with a giant spider from outer space???
Is this gonna cover the entire book or just the childhood part?
BTW, that Pennywise screenshot sent a chill up my spine. Damn clowns...
BTW, that Pennywise screenshot sent a chill up my spine. Damn clowns...
“Want your boat, Georgie?' Pennywise asked. 'I only repeat myself because you really do not seem that eager.' He held it up, smiling. He was wearing a baggy silk suit with great big orange buttons. A bright tie, electric-blue, flopped down his front, and on his hands were big white gloves, like the kind Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck always wore.
Yes, sure,' George said, looking into the stormdrain.
And a balloon? I’ve got red and green and yellow and blue...'
Do they float?'
Float?' The clown’s grin widened. 'Oh yes, indeed they do. They float! And there’s cotton candy...'
George reached.
The clown seized his arm.
And George saw the clown’s face change.
What he saw then was terrible enough to make his worst imaginings of the thing in the cellar look like sweet dreams; what he saw destroyed his sanity in one clawing stroke.
They float,' the thing in the drain crooned in a clotted, chuckling voice. It held George’s arm in its thick and wormy grip, it pulled George toward that terrible darkness where the water rushed and roared and bellowed as it bore its cargo of storm debris toward the sea. George craned his neck away from that final blackness and began to scream into the rain, to scream mindlessly into the white autumn sky which curved above Derry on that day in the fall of 1957. His screams were shrill and piercing, and all up and down Witcham Street people came to their windows or bolted out onto their porches.
They float,' it growled, 'they float, Georgie, and when you’re down here with me, you’ll float, too–'
George's shoulder socked against the cement of the curb and Dave Gardener, who had stayed home from his job at The Shoeboat that day because of the flood, saw only a small boy in a yellow rain-slicker, a small boy who was screaming and writhing in the gutter with muddy water surfing over his face and making his screams sound bubbly.
Everything down here floats,' that chuckling, rotten voice whispered, and suddenly there was a ripping noise and a flaring sheet of agony, and George Denbrough knew no more.
Dave Gardener was the first to get there, and although he arrived only forty-five seconds after the first scream, George Denbrough was already dead. Gardener grabbed him by the back of the slicker, pulled him into the street...and began to scream himself as George's body turned over in his hands. The left side of George’s slicker was now bright red. Blood flowed into the stormdrain from the tattered hole where his left arm had been. A knob of bone, horribly bright, peeked through the torn cloth.
The boy’s eyes stared up into the white sky, and as Dave staggered away toward the others already running pell-mell down the street, they began to fill with rain.”
Yes, sure,' George said, looking into the stormdrain.
And a balloon? I’ve got red and green and yellow and blue...'
Do they float?'
Float?' The clown’s grin widened. 'Oh yes, indeed they do. They float! And there’s cotton candy...'
George reached.
The clown seized his arm.
And George saw the clown’s face change.
What he saw then was terrible enough to make his worst imaginings of the thing in the cellar look like sweet dreams; what he saw destroyed his sanity in one clawing stroke.
They float,' the thing in the drain crooned in a clotted, chuckling voice. It held George’s arm in its thick and wormy grip, it pulled George toward that terrible darkness where the water rushed and roared and bellowed as it bore its cargo of storm debris toward the sea. George craned his neck away from that final blackness and began to scream into the rain, to scream mindlessly into the white autumn sky which curved above Derry on that day in the fall of 1957. His screams were shrill and piercing, and all up and down Witcham Street people came to their windows or bolted out onto their porches.
They float,' it growled, 'they float, Georgie, and when you’re down here with me, you’ll float, too–'
George's shoulder socked against the cement of the curb and Dave Gardener, who had stayed home from his job at The Shoeboat that day because of the flood, saw only a small boy in a yellow rain-slicker, a small boy who was screaming and writhing in the gutter with muddy water surfing over his face and making his screams sound bubbly.
Everything down here floats,' that chuckling, rotten voice whispered, and suddenly there was a ripping noise and a flaring sheet of agony, and George Denbrough knew no more.
Dave Gardener was the first to get there, and although he arrived only forty-five seconds after the first scream, George Denbrough was already dead. Gardener grabbed him by the back of the slicker, pulled him into the street...and began to scream himself as George's body turned over in his hands. The left side of George’s slicker was now bright red. Blood flowed into the stormdrain from the tattered hole where his left arm had been. A knob of bone, horribly bright, peeked through the torn cloth.
The boy’s eyes stared up into the white sky, and as Dave staggered away toward the others already running pell-mell down the street, they began to fill with rain.”
I actually like the fact that it's a no name cast. Having famous actors in a horror movie can sometimes break the illusion of suspense for me. Hopefully the new It actor can do something interesting with the role. It's gonna be hard to top Tim Curry though, the movie isn't that great but he was perfect as a creepy clown.A new no-name cast can't compete vs the original bizarre cast mix of:
Dr. Frankenfurter (Rocky Horror)
John Boy Walton (The Waltons)
Venus Flytrap (WKRP)
Jack Tripper (Three's Company)
Judge Harry (Night Court)
I think the plan is to have a Part 2 as a separate movie where they are adults.