When I was a child, I was obssessed with It, the cheesetastic 1980s miniseries based on the Stephen King novel. We had videotaped it (remember videotaping, kids?) when it originally ran on CBS — we even hit pause during the commercials! — and the VHS cassette soon became one of my fondest friends.
I would eagerly pop It into the VCR when I got home from school in the afternoons and early on Saturday mornings when most other children were watching G.I. Joe and The Smurfs. I knew every line of dialogue and nursed an enormous crush on a young Jonathan Brandis before his Seaquest DSV days. There was only one problem: the movie terrified me. For every day I watched it, I would have horrific nightmares when I went to bed that evening.
My mother eventually solved the problem by breaking the VHS cassette and throwing it into the trash (thanks, Mom!). But I fear that I’m now developing the same type of relationship with the new Denny’s commercial starring The Nannerpuss.
I can’t quit watching it, yet it’s obviously terrifying.
They should have just called that banana thing Pennywise and been done with it.