The first "requel" off the production line of "Scream" reboots happily keeps the sentimentality to a minimum but because it's the first not to be produced or directed by its creator screams out for authenticity by paying homage endlessly.
To be fair the originals did much the same but more by way of scattergun references to the genre staples rather than sanctimony to anyone in particular but as a testimonial to Mr Craven it's a decent film in its own way.
This time Gen z, fan fiction and toxic Redditors get the Stab treatment in search of new trope before it becomes cliche.
A violent and gory whodunit in the style of it's predecessors it never strays too far in its reinvention, descending on its own metaverse to relive its own fixed narrative in the much the same way as a McDonalds' hamburger tastes like every other McDonalds' hamburger no matter where in the world you find one. Both comforting and risk free with a hint of freshness unless you count calories or worry about globalisation.
To be fair the originals did much the same but more by way of scattergun references to the genre staples rather than sanctimony to anyone in particular but as a testimonial to Mr Craven it's a decent film in its own way.
This time Gen z, fan fiction and toxic Redditors get the Stab treatment in search of new trope before it becomes cliche.
A violent and gory whodunit in the style of it's predecessors it never strays too far in its reinvention, descending on its own metaverse to relive its own fixed narrative in the much the same way as a McDonalds' hamburger tastes like every other McDonalds' hamburger no matter where in the world you find one. Both comforting and risk free with a hint of freshness unless you count calories or worry about globalisation.
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