I went to see the new Scream movie with the same morbid curiosity that i afford remakes of horror classics -which turned out to be a pretty good mind set to be in because that’s the hook this time out. The meta jokes are Inception deep from the get go and the screenplay, credited here to original writer Kevin Williamson is endlessly clever and almost self deprecating. Where the movie really paled in comparison to its less stupidly branded s1st3rs was, unfortunately, in the rather critical scares dept. None of the scares were particularly frightening and worse yet, the cleverness of the dialogue failed to carry over into the kill scenes. Not that I need Rube Goldbergian devices to get a thrill… Scream has always been sort of blue collar in the classic slasher sense.
But looking back…
My favorite moment of the entire series is actually from Scream 2, when Syd and Hailee are in the back of the police cruiser after Ghostface crashes the car and they have to C R A W L over the unconcious killer and out the open driver’s side window from the back seat to escape. That scene is one tense moment after another until the tension is so taut it nearly garrotes you on the intensity.
Scream 4 doesn’t have single scene that comes close to that and in fact has several scenes of such absolute boneheadness on the part of the victims that you will leave the theater with a pounding welt on your forehead from slapping it so often. The scene with the publicist is especially awful. Wouldn’t you use your cell phone to, Oh I dunno, call the police? They had jokes about that in the first movie using a goddamn dial-up modem for the love of Jason.
I enjoyed Scre4m. I just didn’t scream a whole lot. Not that I usually do but pound for pound I’d put that first scene in Scream, the first, against any other scary movie kill.