Last night I returned to the movie IT by Andy Muschietti. That beautiful! It's a moving tale of the unbreakable bonds of friendship among kids and how these connections ultimately save them. And how to find your place among those who are different and how to embrace that is a blessing. The monster only appears for three or five minutes, because it doesn't matter, it could have been Dracula or Freddy Krueger, it is just a trigger for the story, which speaks of something else: how terribly alone we are when we are children. And because the real villains here are the adults: their absent, harassing, insane, sick, insensitive parents. There are also metaphors for sexual awakening and first loves, things that hurt and that the characters must go through alone, having each other as their only company and comfort. They live in a lost and cursed town, but they have themselves, they have bicycles and freedom in places that appear to us as fantastic, a lake, a cliff, even a sewer. Stephen King has so much humanity to treat all his characters, even the evil ones, to paint childhood so perfectly, almost as if he were still a child. Bless you, King of Horror.