Now I remember
I have Paramount+, so I watched this for “free” because I’ve read the discussions here. I remembered, in the first 5 minutes, why I don’t like the Scream series. The movie is smugly self-referential and convoluted, with characters using words they are too young to know, and speaking too fast and too articulately to be anywhere within a parsec of being plausible (hello, Dawson and his fucking Creek). It’s wearisome. Like Limitless, it’s the kind of movie that makes dullards feel smart. “Hey, I GET it!” What you in fact “get” is manipulated.
Not for nothing: none of the original cast looks good, “(“none” is singular; look it up) not that they ever appealed to me. A fundamental problem with the Scream series is that it was predicted on TV actors, save for Drew Barrymore, who actually has depth and talent. Courtney Cox, who got her start in a fucking Bruce Springsteen music video back when MTV still played music, has enough plastic in her face to pass for a bargain-basement Barbie doll.
The film supposes its audience has no experience with being a hospital patient. A hospital is like Vegas and New York: it NEVER sleeps. There is NO SUCH THING as dark hallways and ZERO staffing in any US hospital. Maybe in Mexico or in the movie, but not in Real World USA. But, hey, where’s the fun in that? Hospitals have saved my life 2 times, so far, so this is a real sore point in verisimilitude for me.
I was so glad to see David Arquette’s character die in such a humiliating and poignant manner. I never liked him. I REALLY hope this is the final nail in the Scream greedy teet-milking coffin.
However, I love his real-life sisters, who are total cum dumpsters.
Question: why is Ghostface always a tech savant who can clone a cell phone on the fly and find the login and password for home security systems? Because the narrative demands it. There is no reasonable explanation.
“How can fandom be toxic?!” Maybe because fandom in predicated on immature, undeveloped prefrontal cortex-generated feelings that celebrate violence and stupidity. That’s how.
“This wasn’t some bullshit, cash-in, run-of-the-mill sequel.” That’s EXACTLY what this was.
Neve Campbell was 47 years old when this movie was made. Courtney Cox was 52 years old when this movie was made. That is too fucking old. Time for this to die.
I mean, Geez.