We gave it a C+
It’s when Stephen King’s tales wax sentimental that they’re at their scariest. Sun-drenched nostalgia — eek! A significance-laden baseball glove, first kiss, new bicycle — brrrr! Anthony Hopkins, as a psychic wise man hunted by Cold War-era goons, is noble but wasted in a part that requires him to (yikes!) cozy up to his fatherless young neighbor (the puppylike Anton Yelchin). One half-wishes he’d break out the fava beans and Chianti.