It immediately reminds us of Goodfellas, and the comparison does this film no favors.
Outrageously complex to the point where we feel like it’s chasing its own tail.
Boasts just a few great scenes and mostly plods along from one memorable moment to another like a zombie looking for its next meal.
Details the mental decline of a social pariah who eventually develops a new identity to cope with his pain.
Returning director Andy Muschietti draws every ounce of stress out of every nail-biting sequence.
Picks itself up from a trash heap of clichés and ill-conceived casting to overcome its flawed foundation.
There’s just one major problem with the whole affair: it’s morbid.
Takes a stab at rebooting the horror franchise, but it misses the mark and only leaves flesh wounds in its feeble attempt.
Starts off with a dramatic opening scene that’s vintage Elton, but soon bogs down under the weight of an unmistakable identity crisis.
Another horror flick that makes you think as well as squirm in your seat.