The sewers whisper again. The balloons rise. And somewhere in the heart of Derry, something ancient remembers your name. IT 3: Welcome to Derry (2025) isn’t just a return to horror’s most cursed town — it’s a descent into the very marrow of memory and madness. Andy Muschietti’s haunting trilogy reaches its final, devastating crescendo with a film that turns fear itself into poetry.

Bill Skarsgård’s Pennywise remains a creation of pure nightmare. But this time, the clown is different — colder, older, aware of his own myth. His smile cuts deeper, his laughter lingers longer, and his presence feels less like a monster and more like an idea — one that feeds on the ghosts we never outgrow. Skarsgård’s performance is nothing short of hypnotic, a terrifying symphony of glee and decay.
Sophia Lillis returns as Beverly Marsh, now a woman still haunted by the whispers of childhood screams. Her performance carries the full ache of survival — not just from Pennywise, but from memory itself. There’s a quiet fury in her eyes, the look of someone who refuses to be defined by what broke her. She anchors the chaos with courage that feels painfully real.

James McAvoy’s return is equally powerful. His character, burdened by secrets and the weight of Derry’s history, gives the film its tragic pulse. He knows that evil doesn’t die — it waits, reshaping itself in the minds of those who remember. McAvoy’s portrayal captures the fragility of those who survive terror but never truly escape it.
Muschietti crafts this chapter like a fever dream. The line between past and present blurs until time itself becomes a trap. Flashbacks intertwine with hallucinations; laughter echoes from places that shouldn’t exist. The film doesn’t rely on jump scares — it creeps. Every frame feels infected with dread, every silence filled with ghosts of childhood laughter turned sour.
Visually, Welcome to Derry is hauntingly beautiful. The color palette shifts between bruised blues and sickly yellows, giving the film a dreamlike rot. Fog rolls through streets that seem to breathe, and reflections in puddles reveal faces that shouldn’t be there. The town itself is the true antagonist — a living, feeding memory that refuses to fade.

The film’s most brilliant twist lies in its reimagining of Pennywise’s hunger. He no longer feeds on fear alone, but on guilt — the emotional residue of what the survivors left behind. Every encounter feels psychological, symbolic, and personal. It’s not just about running from the monster anymore; it’s about confronting what made you vulnerable to him in the first place.
Muschietti’s direction balances terror and tenderness with uncanny precision. Amid the blood and screams are quiet moments of heartbreak — letters unsent, memories unreconciled, childhood promises broken by time. The film becomes a requiem not just for the Losers Club, but for innocence itself.
The sound design is an auditory nightmare — faint whispers, distorted carnival music, and the heartbeat-like rhythm of approaching doom. Benjamin Wallfisch’s score ties it all together, merging orchestral swells with eerie choral notes that make the viewer feel like they’re drowning in sound.

As the story spirals toward its conclusion, the boundaries between reality and nightmare collapse completely. The final confrontation is not just spectacle — it’s spiritual warfare. Derry itself seems to cry out as Pennywise’s true nature is revealed: he’s not just a demon, but a reflection of everything humanity represses. The horror is intimate — and that’s what makes it unbearable.
In the end, IT 3: Welcome to Derry is not merely a horror film — it’s an elegy for fear. It reminds us that monsters never truly die; they evolve, adapt, and live inside the cracks of our memories. With masterful performances, breathtaking visuals, and an ending that chills the soul, this film cements Pennywise’s place as one of cinema’s most enduring nightmares. The balloons have risen one last time — and they’ve never floated higher.