I really enjoyed it. I thought it captured the essence of the novel well. And by updating it to the 80s, it nailed a lot of nostalgia for me, particularly as I remember being the only girl in the gang. The pseudo macho boy banter was spot on, as was the obvious sense of comfort Beverly felt as one of the guys.
A couple of things surprised me. I was shocked with the Georgie dismemberment, mostly because I thought it was taboo even in horror movies to do that to children. I don’t watch many horror movies… am I right? Was that unusually brutal?
And the Beverly’s Dad thing, I just don’t remember from the books. Did he abuse her in the books? I certainly don’t remember him chasing her around the house trying to rape her. I managed those scenes better than I would have guessed (the first scene in the hallway upset me far more than the damsel-in-distress scene, because I know what was running through her mind during every agonizing second, trying to downplay her burgeoning sexuality around him, etc.) At first I was pissed off and it felt gratuitous to me, but I have thought it through and ultimately I think it adds rather than subtracts.
Everybody’s got their own unique hell, which was part of the point. The things we really fear are the real things. Beverly’s scariest thing was her Dad, Bill’s was the loss of his brother. My burly ex-marine friend was more upset by Georgie’s death than anything else, as he freaks out whenever kids are hurt. So there was something for everyone to get worked up about. So if I’m being honest, the Beverly’s Dad angle is what made the scary stuff real, for me. And that was truly in line with King’s vision in the novel, which IIRC opened with Beverly as an adult getting the shit beat out of her by her husband. I think the movie would have benefited from emphasizing the real horrors a little more.
I also found myself, as the movie went along, getting braver along with the kids, less afraid to face It. I’ve seen reviews that criticize it on those grounds, saying the scares get weaker as they are too repetitive, but for me it was a way of being on that journey with the kids. Sort of like, if they can face this, so can I.
I’m glad they skipped the tweenage gangbang. I mean, I knew they would, but that scene is an embarrassment that mars what is otherwise a masterpiece novel by King. I’ve seen him try to come up with all sorts of tortured metaphors to explain it, but as one reviewer put it, “Dude. Just admit it was the drugs.”