It plays like a bullet-point summary of the novel (a novel which, famously, is a slow-burn read full of intricate character detail and steadily escalating dread), but that’s not my biggest problem.
My biggest problem is…it‘s just all so unimaginative. The adaptation is as straightforward as they get. It rolls out all the imagery you expect to see - little boys floating outside windows, check. Diet Nosferatu as the big bad, check. A puke-green colour grade that turns Salem’s Lot…
