Amazon Prime Video’s eight-episode take on Stephen King’s Carrie does not open by leering into the girls’ locker-room shower. Glad tidings? That depends, I suppose, on one’s perspective. Whereas Brian De Palma’s 1976 film adaptation was exploitative schlock, it possessed a certain enviable élan vital, not least when exploring the ferality of unsupervised teenagers. Prime’s […]
Amazon Prime Video’s eight-episode take on Stephen King’s Carrie does not open by leering into the girls’ locker-room shower. Glad tidings? That depends, I suppose, on one’s perspective. Whereas Brian De Palma’s 1976 film adaptation was exploitative schlock, it possessed a certain enviable élan vital, not least when exploring the ferality of unsupervised teenagers. Prime’s version, by contrast, is a comparatively restrained affair. Think early Stranger Things, reborn as an ironic anti-cyberbullying public service announcement.
