What do you think of the upcoming IT remake? Did you like the original?

What do you think of the upcoming IT remake? Did you like the original?

Pic related, the new Pennywise.

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I liked the original, it terrified a whole generation.
First time I see the new Pennywise, he looks like shit

the original is alright. can't see the point in remaking it though. i rarely do.

Shit film, shit remake, shit taste.

>Le generic scary clown

Ugh. It's going to be absolutely shit.

Clowns, dolls, children, ghosts, etc. aren't scary when you try to make them look scary. It's when they look normal that makes them look creepy.

Kinda looks like Tim Curry tbqh

The book was 1000 pages long, and there was a lot of horrible things that you could not fit into the TV version.

This is going to be 2 parts, with higher production values. I'm just hoping they'll go The Thing route and use practical effects.

also, the shit spider at the end alone is worth a remake

I want the remake to be like a much darker version of Stranger Things in terms of tone.

>come back anytime, bring your friends!

that lipstick going through the eyes and connecting to the mouth looks not good

I don't see how anyone can be upset by this new Pennywise. It could have been so so much worse. It looks respectfully similar to the original, with some smaller differences that are fine

D A M A G E D

The original wasn't scary at all, maybe they can do something better with this. I literally laughed my way through the original.

Will she get the fat boy dick?

Tim Curry was fucking terrifying as Pennywise, but the new design looks fine. There is literally nothing about the makeup that says "edgy, spooky clown." The actor is just leering at the camera in low lighting.

Yeah, I think a 10 part miniseries would be much better approach the vast material. also it would make switching between past and present much easier.

It's a great story that deserves to be told again and again form different people at different points in time with different influences.

What's the harm of having someone doing a 2016 approach to it?

After all I'm looking forward to it.

in the books they all fuck her and cum inside her, right? and one of them apparently has a huge dick and makes her cum? jesus king was graphic.

theyre changing too much shit. from the time period to certain characters and thats just what we've heard so far
King may be a hack, but IT was a damn good book. I know they cant realisitcly put in everything but it was a perfect set up, all they had to do was put it into a movie but theyre changing shit because some executive thinks it will bring in more shekels

Yes, the fat one

Not to mention typically his eyes are bright blue, they're only yellow when he's in creepy mode.

What are they changing?

is this a meme or are you serious?

whats the point if that?

The best explanation I've seen for the gangbang is, generally, only kids (and some adults with very child-like minds) can see or interact with It. The kids go into It's realm in the sewers, defeat the evil, then realize they're lost in It's world. Bev suggests they all have sex, because (and I'm paraphrasing here) it's something adults do. They have sex and essentially leave their childhood behind in order to break out of It's "realm" and make it back to the surface.

They go in as kids, and come out adults.

Is it true that they're making it PG-13?

My favourite parts are the history of Derry sections.

We wont see them in the movie : (

>that Pennywise

Why does he look like that? It doesn't look scary or menacing at all. Looks like they're trying to make him look "badass" or something. The original Pennywise was absolutely terrifying.

I think I'd hand the project over to the people that did stranger things

Post your favorite moment from the original.

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But if only kids can see it, wouldn't that mean that all they had to do was have the gangbang in the first place and become adults ?

Then why do the kids still see him when they grow up?
Second part theyre like 40 and still interact with It

This here

It just made any clown I'd ever see since then completely unsettling

This is just edgy shit

Children will always see him no matter what, but he can reveal himself to adults if he wants; though he's never had a reason to until they almost killed him when they were kids.

Too edgy to be scary

No one can replace Curry, anyways.

you thin this will have the underage gangbang? dunno how that book got released.

Dammit Mike, you filming IT better not interfere with Strange Things season 2. YOUR FUCKING WAIFU NEEDS YOU!

Not a prayer in hell

Bev a babe.

“I have an idea,” Beverly said quietly.

In the dark, Bill heard a sound he could not immediately place. A whispery little sound, but not scary. Then there was a more easily placed sound ... a zipper. What—? he thought, and then he realized what. She was undressing. For some reason, Beverly was undressing.

“What are you doing?” Richie asked, and his shocked voice cracked on the last word.

“I know something,” Beverly said in the dark, and to Bill her voice sounded older. “I know because my father told me. I know how to bring us back together. And if we’re not together we’ll never get out.”

“What?” Ben asked, sounding bewildered and terrified. “What are you talking about?”

“Something that will bring us together forever. Something that will show—”

“Nuh-Nuh-No, B-B-Beverly!” Bill said, suddenly understanding, understanding everything.

“—that will show that I love you all,” Beverly said, “that you’re all my friends.”

“What’s she t—” Mike began.

Calmly, Beverly cut across his words. “Who’s first?” she asked. “I think...

The memory came—the memory behind the birds—but it was vague and disconnected. Perhaps this one always would be. She had—

Her thoughts broke off as she realized that Eddie

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Love and Desire/August 10th, 1958

comes to her first, because he is the most frightened. He comes to her not as her friend of that summer, or as her brief lover now, but the way he would have come to his mother only three or four years ago, to be comforted; he doesn’t draw back from her smooth nakedness and at first she doubts if he even feels it. He is trembling, and although she holds him the darkness is so perfect that even this close she cannot see him; except for the rough cast he might as well be a phantom.

“What do you want?” he asks her.

“You have to put your thing in me, ” she says.

He tries to pull back but she holds him and he subsides against her. She has heard someone—Ben, she thinks—draw in his breath.

“Bevvie, I can’t do that. I don’t know how—”

“I think it’s easy. But you’ll have to get undressed.” She thinks about the intricacies of managing cast and shirt, first somehow separating and then rejoining them, and amends, “Your pants, anyway.”

“No, I can’t!” But she thinks part of him can, and wants to, because his trembling has stopped and she feels something small and hard which presses against the right side of her belly.

“You can,” she says, and pulls him down. The surface beneath her bare back and legs is firm, clayey, dry. The distant thunder of the water is drowsy, soothing. She reaches for him. There’s a moment when her father’s face intervenes, harsh and forbidding

(I want to see if you’re intact)

and then she closes her arms around Eddie’s neck, her smooth cheek against his smooth cheek, and as he tentatively touches her small breasts she sighs and thinks for the first time This is Eddie and she remembers a day in July—couldit only have been last month?—when no one else turned up in the Barrens but Eddie, and he had a whole bunch of Little Lulu comic books and they read together for most of the afternoon, Little Lulu looking for beebleberries and getting in all sorts of crazy situations, Witch Hazel, all of those guys. It had been fun.

She thinks of birds; in particular of the grackles and starlings and crows that come back in the spring, and her hands go to his belt and loosen it, and he says again that he can’t do that; she tells him that he can, she knows he can, and what she feels is not shame or fear now but a kind of triumph.

“Where?” he says, and that hard thing pushes urgently against her inner thigh.

“Here,” she says.

“Bevvie, I’ll fall on you!” he says, and she hears his breath start to whistle painfully.

“I think that’s sort of the idea, ” she tells him and holds him gently and guides him. He pushes forward too fast and there is pain.

Ssssss!—she draws her breath in, her teeth biting at her lower lip and thinks of the birds again, the spring birds, lining the roofpeaks of houses, taking wing all at once under low March clouds.

“Beverly?” he says uncertainly. “Are you okay?”

“Go slower,” she says. “It’ll be easier for you to breathe.” He does move more slowly, and after awhile his breathing speeds up but she understands this is not because there is anything wrong with him.

The pain fades. Suddenly he moves more quickly, then stops, stiffens, and makes a sound—some sound. She senses that this is something for him, something extraordinarily special, something like ... like flying. She feels powerful: she feels a sense of triumph rise up strongly within her. Is this what her father was afraid of? Well he might be! There was power in this act, all right, a chain-breaking power that was blood-deep. She feels no physical pleasure, but there is a kind of mental ecstasy in it for her. She senses the closeness. He puts his face against her neck and she holds him He’s crying. She holds him. And feels the part of him that made a connection between them begin to fade. It is not leaving her, exactly; it is simply fading, becoming less.

When his weight shifts away she sits up and touches his face in the darkness.

“Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Whatever it is. I don’t know, exactly.”

He shakes his head—shefeels it with her hand against his cheek.

“I don’t think it was exactly like ... you know, like the big boys say. But it was ... it was really something. He speaks low so the others can’t hear. ”I love you, Bevvie.”

Her consciousness breaks down a little there. She’s quite sure there’s more talk, some whispered, some loud, and can’t remember what is said. It doesn’t matter. Does she have to talk each of them into it all over again? Yes, probably. But it doesn’t matter. They have to be talked into it, this essential human link between the world and the infinite, the only place where the bloodstream touches eternity. It doesn’t matter. What matters is love and desire. Here in this dark is as good a place as any. Better than some, maybe.

Mike comes to her, then Richie, and the act is repeated. Now she feels some pleasure, dim heat in her childish unmatured sex, and she closes her eyes as Stan comes to her and she thinks of the birds, spring and the birds, and she sees them, again and again, all lighting at once, filling up the winter-naked trees, shockwave riders on the moving edge of nature’s most violent season, she sees them take wing again and again, the flutter of their wings like the snap of many sheets on the line, and she thinks: A month from now every kid in Derry Park will have a kite, they’ll run to keep the strings from getting tangled with each other. She thinks again: This is what flying is like.

With Stan as with the others, there is that rueful sense of fading, of leaving, with whatever they truly need from this act—some ultimate—close but as yet unfound.

“Did you?” she asks again, and although she doesn’t know exactly what “it” is, she knows that he hasn’t.

There is a long wait, and then Ben comes to her.

He is trembling all over, but it is not the fearful trembling she felt in Stan.

“Beverly, I can’t,” he says in a tone which purports to be reasonable and is anything but.

“You can too. I can feel it.”

She sure can. There’s more of this hardness; more of him. She can feel it below the gentle push of his belly. Its size raises a certain curiosity and she touches the bulge lightly. He groans against her neck, and the blow of his breath causes her bare body to dimple with goosebumps. She feels the first twist of real heat race through her—suddenlythe feeling in her is very large; she recognizes that it is too big

(and is he too big, can she take that into herself?)

Maybe, but they had no way of knowing that until It was already in their heads, so to speak. They were aware of It's presence, and it fed on their fear.

and too old for her, something, some feeling that walks in boots. This is like Henry’s M-80s, something not meant for kids, something that could explode and blow you up. But this was not the place or time for worry; here there was love, desire, and the dark. If they didn’t try for the first two they would surely be left with the last.

“Beverly, don’t—”

“Yes.”

“I ... ”

“Show me how to fly,” she says with a calmness she doesn’t feel, aware by the fresh wet warmth on her cheek and neck that he has begun to cry. “Show me, Ben.”

“No ...”

“If you wrote the poem, show me. Feel my hair if you want to, Ben. It’s all right. ”

“Beverly ... I ... I ...”

He’s not just trembling now; he’s shaking all over. But she senses again that this ague is not all fear—partof it is the precursor of the throe this act is all about. She thinks of

(the birds)

his face, his dear sweet earnest face, and knows it is not fear; it is wanting he feels, a deep passionate wanting now barely held in check, and she feels that sense of power again, something like flying, something like looking down from above and seeing all the birds on the roofpeaks, on the TV antenna atop Wally’s, seeing streets spread out maplike, oh desire, right, this was something, it was love and desire that taught you to fly.

“Ben! Yes!” she cries suddenly, and the leash breaks.

She feels pain again, and for a moment there is the frightening sensation of being crushed. Then he props himself up on the palms of his hands and that feeling is gone.

He’s big, oh yes—the pain is back, and it’s much deeper than when Eddie first entered her. She has to bite her lip again and think of the birds until the burning is gone. But it does go, and she is able to reach up and touch his lips with one finger, and he moans.

fuck them for doing this.

Its gonna be so disrespectful of the original

>OUUU WAH-AH-AH-AH

The heat is back, and she feels her power suddenly shift to him; she gives it gladly and goes with it. There is a sensation first of being rocked, of a delicious spiralling sweetness which makes her begin to turn her head helplessly from side to side, and a tuneless humming comes from between her closed lips, this is flying, this, oh love, oh desire, oh this is something impossible to deny, binding, giving, making a strong circle: binding, giving ... flying.

“Oh Ben, oh my dear, yes,” she whispers, feeling the sweat stand out on her face, feeling their connection, something firmly in place, something like eternity, the number 8 rocked over on its side. “I love you so much, dear. ”

And she feels the thing begin to happen—something of which the girls who whisper and giggle about sex in the girls’ room have no idea, at least as far as she knows; they only marvel at how gooshy sex must be, and now she realizes that for many of them sex must be some unrealized undefined monster; they refer to the act as It. Would you do It, do your sister and her boyfriend do It, do your mom and dad still do It, and how they never intend to do It; oh yes, you would think that the whole girls’ side of the fifth-grade class was made up of spinsters-to-be, and it is obvious to Beverly that none of them can suspect this ... this conclusion, and she is only kept from screaming by her knowledge that the others will hear and think her badly hurt. She puts the side of her hand in her mouth and bites down hard.

Is that the cast of stranger things?

She understands the screamy laughter of Greta Bowie and Sally Mueller and all the others better now: hadn’t they, the seven of them, spent most of this, the longest, scariest summer of their lives, laughing like loons? You laugh because what’s fearful and unknown is also what’s funny, you laugh the way a small child will sometimes laugh and cry at the same time when a capering circus clown approaches, knowing it is supposed to be funny ... but it is also unknown, full of the unknown’s eternal power.

Biting her hand will not stay the cry, and she can only reassure them—and Ben—by crying out her affirmative in the darkness.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Glorious images of flight fill her head, mixing with the harsh calling of the grackles and starlings; these sounds become the world’s sweetest music.

So she flies, she flies up, and now the power is not with her or with him but somewhere between them, and he cries out, and she can feel his arms trembling, and she arches up and into him, feeling his spasm, his touch, his total fleeting intimacy with her in the dark. They break through into the lifelight together.

Then it is over and they are in each other’s arms and when he tries to say something—perhaps some stupid apology that would hurt what she remembers, some stupid apology like a handcuff, she stops his words with a kiss and sends him away.

Bill comes to her.

He tries to say something, but his stutter is almost total now.

“You be quiet,” she says, secure in her new knowledge, but aware that she is tired now. Tired and damned sore. The insides and backs of her thighs feel sticky, and she thinks it’s maybe because Ben actually finished, or maybe because she is bleeding. “Everything is going to be totally okay.”

“A-A-Are you shuh-shuh-shuh-hure?”

“Yes,” she says, and links her hands behind his neck, feeling the sweaty mat of his hair. “You just bet.”

“Duh-duh-does ih-ih ... does ih-ih-ih—”

“Shhh ...”

I'm not going to bother reading the thread before shitting my godawful opinions everywhere, but I'd like to say I'm cautiously optimistic.

The last IT movie was mediocre except for Tim Curry, who did a bang-up job. In an interview with the remake's director, it's clear he's actually read the book and got some good ideas from it. I'm excited to see what happens, though the ending might, uh, be difficult to do.

I'd also like to see more emphasis on It morphing into something different for each kid, instead of pretty much just the clown. And that fridge scene. That fridge scene would make the fucking movie.

Og was scary cause he looked like a normal clown then did shit like that.

OP pic looks like lel typical scary clown mask.

It's because Ben has a massive daddy cock aged 12.

Knew a kid like that in elementary school, I used to hang out with him, one time we were peeing in the woods and I looked over and he must have been packing 8 inches and thick as a coke can at aged 11. I don't know what the fuck was in his water.

Shit ain't natural.

Watever is in that water, gimme some o dat.

Is IT actually worth a read? Is any Stephen King?

IT is his best book, in my opinion. Truly creepy throughout. His early stuff is generally better.

I've wanted to read it but haven't yet. Loved the movie though til the end (as I do with every King movie cept for Green Mile). Think I'll go find a copy and read it myself.

My personal fav is Bag of Bones. Only book I've ever read that I jumped because someone said something to me while I was deep into reading it. The mini series was trash though.

I wanted a remake of The Stand more than I wanted this, but whatever. With the whole "cinematic universe" fad going on right now King's shit would be perfect, I'm guessing one of the people making this had that thought and there will be some dark tower references that weren't in the original.

I'd consider it his best work. It's long as fuck though.

Pet Sematary, Cujo, and Misery are all good as well, if not normiecore. As said, most of his early work (also when he was on coke) is the best.

No the little slut suggests the gangbang because everyone is scared shittless and she thinks it will calm them because it calms her when her father molests her.

I always wished It would make an appearance in The Dark Tower. Seeing Roland fight it off would have been cool

She will only fuck and marry the Black kid™ because, guise, its

>she thinks it will calm them because it calms her when her father molests her

i don't remember the book being this fucked up

i remember the junkyard fridge part and the ending gangbang but molestation and her reasoning is kind of fucked up

Has anyone does the Audio Book of It? Listed at 44 hours from Amazon. Do they use different voice actors?

Stephen King's best work is in short stories. Some of his stuff there is GOAT, while his novels tend to be rather on the padded side.

Shot stories to check out (in no particular order): the jaunt, gray matter, survivor type, crouch end, jerusalem's lot

They're filming IT in my neighborhood; yesterday and Monday they'll even be on my street, so that's kind of cool.

I'm probably going to see it just for that tbqh. Shame none of the actresses are older, I'd totally try to meet some of them otherwise.

Clowns are scary no matter what. I think it looks freaky as shit. I'd run away screaming.

snap some photos for us, man

I haven't read IT, but I remember someone jerking a kid off (possibly a teacher?) in Needful Things.

MOMS

Well there's Dandelo, but he's not on the same level as Pennywise I don't think, just a similar creature.

It's a good start. Now all they need to do is reboot the Shining with a better director. Great book but the original movie was disappointing.

He better have a yellow bowtie and orange buttons.

Has anyone done* the audio book.

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fuck pic related

Gacy's clown didn't look like a normal clown though, he made all his facepaint designs sharp instead of round.

That's all I could think about when I was watching Stranger Things, maybe cos the kid who played Mike is also in the IT remake.

Regardless of whether or not it's as dark as the book, I just hope they manage to get the "kids on an adventure" vibe right.

It just makes me want an 8-10 episode miniseries instead of 2 movies.

Are we getting a Dark Tower teaser this weekend

Is this a joke ? Bill is supposed to be tall, he is called 'Big Bill' in the book, seriously is he going to be played by effeminate 'Mike' ?

It's only a single day of shooting so I can't imagine there'll be too much for me to see. I've got Monday off though so I'll see what I can do.

But on King its not

I'm gonna find out where you live now user. I'd move if I were you.

how was Pennywise personality in the book?
I mean Tim Curry did excellent job as this user points but looking at this picture it just seems a dark, gritty and edgy Pennywise

Tim Curry brought and complete and consistent personality to the character.

In the book, Pennywise is harder to pinpoint and is more akin to what people fear him to be. He takes many guises in the book, the clown is just a reocurring one.

People need to stop basing the entire movie off an initial poster.