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Jan. 6th, 2009 01:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adiva_calandiaI really need to stop reading It right before bed. I know it's dumb, but I'm always like "AUGH STAN'S HEAD IN THE FRIDGE AND BALLOONS OH SHIT well now I have to keep reading because if I go to sleep now that'll be the last image in my head SO I'D BETTER READ THROUGH THE NEXT SECTION."
And then it's all happy and the Losers are banding together and building a clubhouse and it's awesome and OH SURPRISE DEAD JIMMY CULLUM WHO HAS BEEN FUCKING PECKED TO DEATH! Sweet dreams, keed! Just float off to sleep, oh yes, come float.
*FLAIL*
I hate you Stephen King. Really. That's why I keep buying your books.
I keep thinking, as I read It, that's it's a shame that it's been made into a movie already -- but then, the only character I'd really have a chance at playing would be Bev, and at this point I am too old for 1958!Bev and too young for 1985!Bev. Le sigh. Then I started going through other King books I've read, thinking about the movie possibilities (this is one of my most common daydreams -- how would adapting this or that book to film work, who would I cast, and who could I play), and, well, most of King's stuff has already been made into movies, hasn't it. And moreover, they're overwhelmingly about men, as far as I've seen. (With the very notable exception of Carrie, and with some remarkably awesome female characters in the books that I've read.) The only books of his I've read that haven't yet been made into movies are the Dark Tower ones, and there are only two really good female roles in that, and I'm obviously not in the running for Susannah.
Aaanyway.
The other thing I've been thinking about with It is why it -- or It -- is scary, and I think the key is that It isn't limited. I can deal with, say, the ghosts and ghoulies in Supernatural, because they're restricted to a certain space. A wendigo is not actually likely to turn up in Alaska. A ghost that haunts a particular painting is not going to get me if I stay away from that painting.
It is presumably limited to Derry, but within Derry, It has no boundaries. Sure, It spends a lot of time in the sewers, or in 29 Neibolt St., but there's nothing stopping It appearing in the goddamn library, and there was nothing really to stop It killing Ben there in the library, or Richie in the town square.
At least, not that I've seen thus far. Perhaps there's an explanation later -- but as far as I can tell at my current point in the book (just after the smokehole and Richie and Mike's visions -- no, wait, I lie. Mr. Keene just told Eddie that hisinhaler aspirator is a placebo) there are no limits to Its power.
So the idea that I could roll over in my bed in Castle Rock, OR, and find a clown grinning at me seems perfectly plausible.
Times like that I fucking hate my imagination. *wry* I did not sleep so well last night.
And then it's all happy and the Losers are banding together and building a clubhouse and it's awesome and OH SURPRISE DEAD JIMMY CULLUM WHO HAS BEEN FUCKING PECKED TO DEATH! Sweet dreams, keed! Just float off to sleep, oh yes, come float.
*FLAIL*
I hate you Stephen King. Really. That's why I keep buying your books.
I keep thinking, as I read It, that's it's a shame that it's been made into a movie already -- but then, the only character I'd really have a chance at playing would be Bev, and at this point I am too old for 1958!Bev and too young for 1985!Bev. Le sigh. Then I started going through other King books I've read, thinking about the movie possibilities (this is one of my most common daydreams -- how would adapting this or that book to film work, who would I cast, and who could I play), and, well, most of King's stuff has already been made into movies, hasn't it. And moreover, they're overwhelmingly about men, as far as I've seen. (With the very notable exception of Carrie, and with some remarkably awesome female characters in the books that I've read.) The only books of his I've read that haven't yet been made into movies are the Dark Tower ones, and there are only two really good female roles in that, and I'm obviously not in the running for Susannah.
Aaanyway.
The other thing I've been thinking about with It is why it -- or It -- is scary, and I think the key is that It isn't limited. I can deal with, say, the ghosts and ghoulies in Supernatural, because they're restricted to a certain space. A wendigo is not actually likely to turn up in Alaska. A ghost that haunts a particular painting is not going to get me if I stay away from that painting.
It is presumably limited to Derry, but within Derry, It has no boundaries. Sure, It spends a lot of time in the sewers, or in 29 Neibolt St., but there's nothing stopping It appearing in the goddamn library, and there was nothing really to stop It killing Ben there in the library, or Richie in the town square.
At least, not that I've seen thus far. Perhaps there's an explanation later -- but as far as I can tell at my current point in the book (just after the smokehole and Richie and Mike's visions -- no, wait, I lie. Mr. Keene just told Eddie that his
So the idea that I could roll over in my bed in Castle Rock, OR, and find a clown grinning at me seems perfectly plausible.
Times like that I fucking hate my imagination. *wry* I did not sleep so well last night.
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Date: 2009-01-06 10:45 pm (UTC)Anyway, I think it's awesome.
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Date: 2009-01-06 10:50 pm (UTC)