Last night, someone apparently took a VHS copy of director Mary Lambert’s 1989 adaptation of Stephen King’s Pet Sematary, carried it in a green Hefty bag over the deadfall, quick and sure, proceeded through Little God Swamp, climbed the forty-five stone steps to the old burial ground, and planted it in the thin, sour soil under a cairn, because today the movie has come back like the cat in the nursery rhyme. Pet Sematary had been dead, that was one thing; it is alive now, and that is another; there is something fundamentally different, fundamentally wrong about it, and that is a third. Something has happened. See for yourself:
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