I couldn’t help it. I had to see “Scream 4.”
I grew up with the movies and their parody counterparts, but that doesn’t seem like a good enough excuse. Regardless, I paid the $5 for a matinee and I guess I got my money’s worth.
It was silly and a very brief escape from reality. I couldn’t get past cowering at Courtney Cox’s new lips and wondering how much they had to offer Neve Campbell to revise her role as scream queen of the 21st century.
Director Wes Craven had fun with bringing the movies full-circle. (Spoiler alert!) A character falls out of a closet with his hands and feet bound by duct tape. He’s wearing khaki pants and a denim jacket — clothing and restraints exactly like Sidney’s father donned when he came tumbling out of the closet in the original movie.
Some would say this sequel was extremely “meta,” which I kinda had to explain to my friend, Amber, (and I’m not one to know for sure.) Crafty ole urbandictionary.com defined “meta” as: A term, especially in art, used to characterize something that is characteristically self-referential. And “Scream 4” definitely fit this description. It constantly referred to itself through the use of the fictional “Stab” movies and “the rules” of horror flicks. There were notes to farther-down-the-line sequels and how the surprise factor played a big role in one-upping their predecessors.
Neve Campbell did a great job of kicking a*#, (spoiler) Emma Roberts plays psycho surprisingly well and Hayden Panettiere does a great job as the cute, movie nerd. I had my usual outbursts: “Ghostface is down, now kick him in the face! Keep hitting him!” Director Craven had fun with the “guess who dun it” game, about 5 minutes before the reveal, I (and probably the majority of viewers) called it.
All in all, I can’t really say it’s worth watching, but if you’re in the right mood, it’ll do.
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