There was a moment in my childhood in which it seemed like each time I channel-surfed and landed on USA, Tim Curry’s—and it is, without question, Tim Curry’s—It was playing. And because I, not unlike anyone else, have always been afflicted by morbid curiosity, I’d linger on the two-part miniseries until one particular scene: Eddie, the most neurotic member of The Losers Club, is confronted by Pennywise, the killer clown, as he takes a shower in the locker room at school. Just as the ancient, trans-dimensional evil entity emerges from the drain (!), my frantic pointer finger would punch at random numbers on the remote. A naked, vulnerable pre-teen forced to bathe in public and taunted by the rasps of a demonic Ronald McDonald? Needless to say, I stood—both feet over the drain—until I was 18.
When, in 2017, the story was adapted, I wasn’t certain it would have the same effect on my adult self. Thanks to a pretty damn respectable performance from Bill Skarsgård as Pennywise and a deeper exploration of the gruesome psychological wounds being incurred by The Losers Club—from sexual abuse to bullying—I once again find myself desperate but unable to change the channel upon each viewing.
As Jamie Lee Curtis said (repeatedly) of the Halloween franchise: “It’s a movie about trauma!” Well, I’ll be damned if there’s anything more traumatic than being a kid plagued by shitty parents, asshole bullies, and a clown in the confines of a small town. –Audra Heinrichs