by Melissa Uhrin
When I was a kid, I remember picking up a book, starting to read it, getting scared, putting it under my pillow to hide it, and then I would find myself drawn to it during the night when I couldn’t sleep to read a bit more, become scared again, and the cycle would repeat.. (I was a weird,weird child, I know). What had me so enthralled? My first taste of horror that I could control with the turn of a page: Pet Sematary. I would be so engrossed in the story that whenever I wasn’t reading I would be imagining things happening without me. I haven’t re-read the book in a few years, but I enjoyed my viewing of it during our Junesploitation’s Animalsploitation Day this year. (Even Zelda was a delight!) I have always found that while the movie shows you the terrors that lie written on the pages, the book describes every thought, feeling, shadow and nightmare and your imagination is what brings them to life. Let’s just say the Zelda of my imagination makes the Zelda in the movie look like a happy Muppet. This is why I love having so many formats to experience every possible angle of a great story!
Along the way, we meet up with some familiar characters in Derry, Maine, which then led me straight to purchasing and listening to IT on audiobook. Talk about over 40 hours of awesomeness. This again led me to watch the movie, which never ceases to make me fall in love with Tim Curry and stupid clowns all over again. And the re-make of the movie is back in the works of being re-made? It has changed so many damn times over the past few years I have lost track of where we sit now. I don’t know quite how any Pennywise could compare to Curry’s, but we shall see. Or not. With this being one of my all-time favourite performances of Tim Curry’s (tied with his performance as Dr. Poole in Oscar), I don’t want to see another Pennywise. He’s already the perfect monster from our dreams.
As we seem to be caught in a world where every good (and bad) book needs a movie sibling or NEEDS to be re-made (ugh) I must make mention that one of my favourite stories, Insomnia, would be damn near impossible to bring to life on film (not to be confused with 2002’s Christopher Nolan movie of the same name.) As most of the story is more of an internal narration of an insomniac and his voyage to a parallel dimension that holds the innermost wonders of the “strings” holding us between life and death, I feel our imaginations (definitely mine in any case) are able to create vivid images that would be almost impossible to capture on film in a manner that would do justice to the story. So keep it on the pages and leave our imaginations to the visuals.