Sometimes, change is better.
Whether or not you’re familiar with King’s novel and the first installment of this franchise will account for a lot in this experience. There are significant changes made to a story that arguably didn’t need any. The intent was to be unpredictable, of course. This remake, and re-imagining, has something the other films lacked: a massive budget. For the most part, they spent that money wisely.
Jason Clarke carries this film on his shoulders, Amy Seimetz plays the most sympathetic character and her backstory is terrifying, John Lithgow is great as always, but the revelation, here, is child actress Jeté Laurence, for reasons what will remain unspoiled. Also, whoever trained and directed that cat deserves a pat on the back, and so does the cat, in fact.
The film’s first mission is to give us a heart attack. It’s scary as hell. That said, hadn’t the editing been so tight, this could’ve been more effective. Its second mission is to keep us guessing. I sure didn’t see those plot twists coming. Its final mission is to make us cry. This film is cruel, stressful, but first and foremost, it’s incredibly sad. It’s a sinister story we can all related to.