Well there’s three hours of my life I’ll never get back.
Why, why oh why cheapen the legacy of one of the most chilling horror stories ever made like this?!
From the first 5 minutes it was clear that some cringey ‘comedic’ angle was afoot...bad move. As a result, all of the sentimental charm that was threaded through chapter 1 has been stomped out in a way you only wish Pennywise could be after he’s morphed into the 17th ridiculous entity. It wouldn’t be so bad if Pennywise actually exhibited some form of murderous ability...for a horror film, there’s a disappointingly low level of death.
I enjoyed Stephen King as the shopkeeper. That is all.