Suppose a plastic surgeon is commissioned to make a patient look like Brad Pitt. The surgeon knows what Pitt looks like, has a picture, and sets about the procedures, leaving out parts of the original and throwing in his own ideas. When he’s done, the patient is still recognizable as a human being, but he looks nothing like Pitt. He looks like Arseface. That’s kind of what we’re constantly dealing with when it comes to Stephen King adaptations.
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