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The serious dramatic themes ring hollow, however, leaving only the paperback boogety boogety to justify the Oscar-bait running time.

The film depends - and succeeds - entirely on the strength of their performances, and for two hours that speed by all too quickly, it's not too much of a stretch to feel like we're on summer vacation with them.

It sticks with you to haunt and influence your nightmares!

It's well-executed, marvelously acted, and has a few scary sequences. It also has just as many that are not, as well as a wobbly command of tone and trouble sustaining its own momentum.

In the end, Muschietti's film is a big, fat, gorgeously produced love letter to King's epic novel.

But while It is a good film that is skilled at recreating its milieu, it also made me a little sad. Boys get all the good nostalgia pieces.

As an adaptation of a great 20th century novel, It completely misses the mark.

A more traditional single film adaptation, that followed the dual narrative structure of King’s tome, would have lost It’s creeping absence of the adult...

Why is he disguised as a clown? Why is he targeting children? And what's up with his obsession with making people float? All these questions, whose answers are familiar to those of us who have read the novel, are ever so slightly approached in the movie.

The film is just as much an evocation of troubled adolescence as it is a horror romp featuring a malevolent clown.