Such an excellent piece, thanks for writing it.

There’s a scene where (I think) Criss tries to reign things in, and the Losers realize that he’s frightened by Henry, too. It makes his death at the hands of Frankenstein’s monster (one part of the book I’m really sad didn’t make it to the movie) that much more upsetting.

There’s a fantastic scene in the otherwise meh Christine where the bully and a few of his lackeys are driving around, and the bully uses a racial slur to refer to a rival school’s star athlete. And one of the other kids eagerly tells a racist joke in order to win the bully’s approval, but the bully immediately…

I always laugh a little when I hear people say “if you just stand up to a bully they’ll leave you alone” because we had a couple of big, psycho kids in my area who were completely unafraid of beating someone until it left permanent marks. Henry scared the shit out of me because I knew at least one guy who might think…

Henry Bowers is fucking terrifying. One of King’s big strengths in writing about young people is knowing how bad young people can be and not forgiving them for it.

When people say “the book is better” they aren’t really talking about how well the movie adapted the book, they are saying that the book as a piece of art did a better job telling a meaningful/interesting/appealing story than the movie did. Like here, the book managed to convey a deeper, more universally human truth…

At 1100 pages, that is an impressive afternoon of reading.

Wow.

“at all times, your nostalgia is battling with the understanding only life experience can bring, the echo of memory suddenly harmonizing with new information, new wisdom.”

Well, damn. I came in expecting some lame woke screed about how “poorly It has aged,” and how problematic it is, out of step with today’s sensibilities, etc., and instead found a deeply personal, thoughtful and well-written essay about the reviewer’s relationship with both pop culture and (what I consider to be) a…

This is damn good writing, A.A. It resonated with me in many ways. Like you, it seems, I grew up in a household that could be kindly described as volatile, under the thumb of a cruel and violent stepfather and a mother who encouraged and occasionally participated in what he did. And also like you, I first read IT at…

Super Size Me was one of the biggest pieces of crap I’ve ever seen. Taking a thesis no one would have ever thought to contradict, fast-food is pretty bad for you, and trying to illustrate that in the stupidest, most painfully anecdotal way you possibly could made me hate him far more than the fast food companies.

My documentary, When I Last Saw Jesse, screens immediately after Super Size Me 2 at the Gene Siskel Center, Sept. 7th and 11th.

Same reason why I hate it when “articles” on the Internet turn out to be videos.

There is a nugget of truth to this, but I bet he still feels cordon bleu ever since he was fingered by #metoo.

A lot of celebrities who are busted for sexual misconduct think they can get their fat out of the fryer in exchange for a paying a poultry settlement, but sooner or later the chickens will come home to roost. Might as well just admit responsibility and take your turn on the chopping block. 

At least he admitted to his fowl conduct. Whatever else you might say about the man, you have to admit he’s no chicken.

“foregone conclusions and easily Googleable facts”

look man, if they’re dead those are 3 less freeloading relatives to worry about when you hit the jackpot.

How hard is this?