If the remake stinks, that’s only because it removes the moody pacing and reveals the essential silliness under the former’s classy Euro-glaze.
The film’s positive portrait of teenage femininity is honest and mature.
The film’s acknowledgement that growing up often requires coming to terms with loss results in a mature, untidy view of adolescence.
This one may be only for Stephen King’s most fanatical followers.
Jeff Goldblum’s performance is as convincing as the ecstasy-stoked glaze on the face of Anne Heche’s Midwest gal.