2017 has visited a flood of Stephen King adaptations upon us, most of them good (It! Gerald’s Game!), one of them less so (you can connect the dots from here!). Now we’ve got 1922 on our hands courtesy of those wacky non-advertising types over at Netflix. It’s good! It’s really good, in fact! It might be the best King adaptation of the year, just ahead of Gerald’s Game (which, let’s be real, only suffers because turning the denouement of that book into cinema is toooooough). If not, it’s the most quintessentially King-esque, if that makes any sense.
If not, maybe try reading my review over at The Playlist. That should clear things up. Or not! But you should still read it.