... and it was terrible. I mean, I suppose the story was ok in principle (apart from the whole clown thing, that's pretty silly), but the acting and the script and the casting were really, really awful. I've given up on critquing special effects in old movies, because I recognize that they did the best they could. In fact, the special effects weren't terrible in general, but for 1990 they still weren't great.
I was surpised by the casting. It was cool to see Seth Green as a 14-year-old (playing a 12yo), and I was a bit surprised to see Tim Curry and Harry Andersen. But it seems they didn't even bother picking kids that looked like their grown-up counterparts, or vice-versa. There was no resemblence at all, except that the black kid was a black adult. Oh, and the dialogue! Geesh! I can't even quote any of it. It was so bad, I think my brian has burnt the relevant memory nodes to cinders in self-defense. The really funny thing is the main character was a horror novel writer who was writing a screen version of his book so no one else would butcher it. Well, I guess that was some kind of in-joke. But it would have been a lot better if Stephen King had written his own screenplay for IT.
Overall, I haven't been so intellectually offended by a movie since I watched Ghost Rider a few days ago.
I've been watching a lot of old so-called "horror" movies lately, and I've been wondering why people thought they were so scary. Watched the Exorcist yesterday for the first time, and was just left tapping my fingers on the coffee table. It was an interesting idea, but it was not a scary movie. All I could figure was that people were morally shocked by it at the time (I mean the scene with the little girl and what she did with a crucifix was pretty disturbing, though kinda funny today), and that once they had had their morals shocked enough, it was easy to frighten them as well. This would be a good explanation of Carrie as well. At any rate, even though I never watched scary movies growing up, I watch these classics of horror today and I'm left wondering what all the fuss is about.
Well, at any rate, I need to get ready for bed, and for work tomorrow. It's half-past midnight and I've finally twisted bzip's arm into cleaning the bathroom, so I have a few minutes at least to dry my work clothes and maybe throw some lunch together for tomorrow. Oh, geeze, I wonder if I can find a bus ticket somewhere, I forgot to buy some.... As any of you who read last summer's posts will recall, my bike is broken - again. Just a spoke, but I need to find a bike shop that can fix it for me so i can start biking in to work. It's a shame I didn't get it fixed earlier, because this week is supposed to be gorgeous.