Main cast: Neve Campbell (Sidney Prescott), Courteney Cox (Gale Weathers), David Arquette (Dwight “Dewey” Riley), Jamie Kennedy (Randy Meeks), Liev Schreiber (Cotton Weary), Patrick Dempsey (Detective Mark Kincaid), Scott Foley (Roman Bridger), Lance Henriksen (John Milton), Matt Keeslar (Tom Prinze), Jenny McCarthy (Sarah Darling), Emily Mortimer (Angelina Tyler), Parker Posey (Jennifer Jolie), Deon Richmond (Gabe Tucker), and Carrie Fisher (Lynn McCay)
Director: Wes Craven
When Scream came out, it’s fun. That movie did something we all do – make fun of horror movies by pointing out the cliches and stereotypes. It’s a concept so obvious and so “Why didn’t I think of that?” that I love it. The fun is watching the people in the movie dissecting bad horror movie cliches even as they can’t help but live them out.
Now, we have Scream 3, and my reaction is, “Ho hum!” Poor Sidney, that woman can never rest. What’s all this nonsense with copycat masked killers waving knifes? Get a life, people! I’m sure Sidney has contributed enough to her shrink’s vacation budget.
This time around someone is making a movie out of the events in Scream 2, called Stab 3. Every old face is there, plus some fresh meat in the form of the cast of Stab 3. Needless to say, people get cut down and made into mutton by our copycat masked psycho. And Sidney emerges from Witness Protection Program (smart woman moves to LA to be anonymous!) to battle it out with the loony once again.
Yawn. The script this time around has the stench of the poor dead horse flogged to death for the movie. It’s as if when the scriptwriter has reached the maximum quota of killing sprees, he closes his eyes, and randomly picks someone to be the killer. That’s because when the killer is unmasked, things doesn’t make sense even more.
The main problem is that, by now, I know all the inside jokes already. Nothing’s funny or even mildly smart anymore. When this movie ends, I feel nothing but a small amount of sadness. The Scream trilogy has turned into nothing more than a brilliant concept milked dry by money-mongering studios to the point of no return. Poor thing.