I used to be into the new horror movies in a big way when I was a teenager. That’s when Wes Craven and Kevin Williamson teamed up and launched what felt like a fresh new take on horror. Wes Craven brought his talent for terror, and Kevin Williamson brought his trademark tongue-in-cheek dialogue with characters who not only acknowledged the tropes of the genre, but embraced them to the point of weaponizing them. The Scream franchise launched this rebirth and I was all in. I even snuck out of Titanic to watch Scream 2 since I wasn’t old enough to buy a ticket. Yes, I even wrote Scream fanfiction and accidentally spoiled the twist for Scream 3 for me.
Cut to *mumblesnumberthatmakesmefeelold* years later, and I’m pretty meh about the horror genre. I’m also more of a weeny. A friend had me watch The Conjuring movies and it was not a pleasant experience.
But Scream has a special nostalgic feeling for me, so when Scream 5 hit theaters, I dragged my husband to see it. I found it to be underwhelming and predictable, so I was pretty disappointed. I was also newly pregnant, so take that review with a grain of salt.
My expectations for Scream 6 weren’t that high. After all, how could it be anything without the OG Final Girl, Sydney Prescott? No Dewey, no Sydney… just Gale carrying the weight of the original trio on her shoulders as she forces her way into the narrative.
When I turned on Scream 6 the other night for my husband and I to watch, I mumbled something about turning on something stupid to watch so he could play his game on his laptop and I could work on my website. Cut to 15 minutes later and both of our laptops are closed and we’re yelling at the screen.
Scream 6 had everything I hoped Scream 5 would have, minus Deputy Dewey and Sydney. It was a roller coaster of intensity with the trademark predictable scares that still leave you jumping out of your seat–just as you would expect if Wes Craven himself had been involved. It lacked the snappy dialogue of Kevin Williamson, but made up for that with all the Easter Eggs in the movie. Seriously. A lot of Easter Eggs. The college experience. The van (RIP Randy - it’s still too soon). The TV. I could list more, and I probably missed quite a few since my husband and I were busy either yelling at the screen for the characters to do something or throwing out our theories as to who was the mastermind. That part was a little predictable, but it wouldn’t be the first time I correctly pointed the finger at the killer in the Scream movies.
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