Delayed for more than two years by the pandemic, the SAG-AFTRA strike, and, in all probability, restructuring at the Warner Bros. Discovery conglomerate (the same restructuring that saw Batgirl and Coyote vs. Acme shelved as tax write-offs), Gary Dauberman’s adaptation of Stephen King’s sophomore novel finally sees the sun. But unlike a vampire it doesn’t, thankfully, burst into flames and perish.
Maine, the 1970s: returning to his childhood town of Jerusalem’s Lot, author Ben Mears (Top Gun: Maverick/Thunderbolts*’ Lewis Pullman) learns that the spooky Marston House has been bought by the mysterious Kurt Barlow (Alexander Ward) and his helper, Richard Straker (Pilou Asbæk). Soon the local residents are turning into creatures of the night, and Mears finds himself leading a ragtag band of locals (Bill Camp, Alfre Woodard, Makenzie Leigh) in a high-stakes (ahem) operation.
