A truly extraordinary blood and guts film leaves an enduring impact on a man. Jaws, for instance, still makes me careful about going in the water (even a pool!), and The Blair Witch Project strikes a chord each time somebody notice “outdoors”. Out of all the considerable blood and gore flicks, however, Stephen Kings It specifically has left an enduring imprint on me.
Somewhat back-story: I recall when I was around six years of age and my siblings and I were put to bed of course. As my mom was tucking us in she committed a HUGE error and cautioned us not to get up whatever we did in light of the fact that she was viewing a motion picture that she didn’t need us to see. Obviously that simply made me need to escape bed.