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It Chapter 2 Review
This staff is so glorious to imagine such a huge and self-employed scale, glad to have a film of this size in this kind of general murder in such a chaotic and unexpected style.
But comfort ends there. Before reuniting with the lost, the film itself begins in Derry with a brutal, bone-crunching homophobic attack. The first chapter has more problems than anything else, it declares at once that Muschietti is not playing it safely. This is the field of youth, having many problems to testify, when alone is more deadly, marries fourteen more. The computer runs about three hours of runtime.
Jenner-Wise, the second chapter has been as enjoyable as the book itself. King envisioned it as a "horror-related final test," throwing away all the monsters people feared when he grew up. For decades, cinematic horror films of the 1970s and 1980s seemed equally influential. From the unforgettable background to the backbone-chiller to the horrific glimpse of the whole force, it's both awesome and disgusting, the creature of the creature is brilliantly innovative, all intended to scare you. These are sideshows though. Works for helpful deadly headlines
Completely terrifying Georgette bizarre with a real motherfucker in this film by Pennywise. Most scare guards are allowed to illuminate here, largely due to its increased impact. This is the level of ownership of the heater laser-character. A brilliant physical performer, he received a degree in diabetes in Penny and his next level of influence, practical and computer-generated - at one point a little out of his sight and as frightening as hell, yet in another series he did not appear in any synthetics, only Scars Gard Zhou. Whiteface and it's unrealistic horror. He's just like an empty insect.
This film is not a deep psychological dig, it's great - it's as deep as it needs to be. It's about dealing with your snatching, about dealing with what you didn't do, about the things you've suppressed, avoided, driven. Pennywise hunts these personal monsters in a way that is much more basic than before. With the first film, Machiavelli explores childhood fears, but the sequel exacerbates the issues and now has a few years of trauma to look at Pennywise. There is more clarity in his tapping into the plight of the victims and there is something more embedded in the story of their nightmare journey. The set-pieces of the first photo were disconnected, but here Pennywise is more integrated, more clearly involved.
All of this reminds you of how good Stephen King is in these stuffs. As much as Muschietti comes into his own with this film, it becomes blurred with King’s DNA and Muschietti reinforces the focus of the book, he doesn’t cut any corners. It threatens to derail as things progress. Losing two versions of each of the seven and two timelines - across flashbacks - has a lot to do with ragging. King deliberately took a kitchen-sink approach with the book, so it has 1,138 pages. Muschietti makes it work - his flashbacks complement the present, the two periods dance with each other, illuminate each other, make the sensory resonance more beautiful - but at one point the film seems to be able to create a catastrophe like its own. And as it moves towards a more fantastic field it runs the risk of buckling under the weight of its own stupidity.
But. Then. It seemed to lose itself, as the book commands, it was incredibly unpredictable. What insanity. The film manages to entertain as well as inform, with a whole bunch of granular madness with images like God. This staff is so glorious to imagine as such a large and self-contained scale, glad to get a picture in such an obsolete and unexpected style as a simple film killer.
Confidence moves to the second chapter. The (almost) contemporary setting means it gives Muschietti a more emphatic ownership with less understanding of nostalgia and it is perfect nowadays. The joke on the one hand - the humor often diminishes the horror, with the most success - has a bit of vigor here, the image scattered in the shadows. Everything conspires to overwhelm you. Nothing can be protected with set design, especially when things are weird: you can taste the density. It’s forgivingly exciting, giving you both a shower and a jump. It is drunk at the level of an intestine.
Yet for all darkness, sweetness survives. The film manages to entertain as well as inform, and as the pace of friendship - or at least the age bond - works great. With so many leads, the emotion is driven economically but sincerely. The match gets a constant tightrope. He never falls.
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