I gotta be honest with y'all - I am struggling to embrace the scary season like I never have before. I think it's just that [gestures wildly] everything is so scary in this country right now. Usually I like to escape to horror movies to take a break from [gestures wildly] everything, but this year is just so exhausting and horrible that I'm finding it difficult to rally. All that to say: this may be the fewest horror movies I watch in October in recent history. And the reviews may be threadbare. Sorry. Trying to do better. Making no promises.
It has been a minute since I've seen a Scream. The last one was IV - a/k/a Scre4m - which came out in 2011 (and which I watched in 2018). And then, eleven years later, we get the next one, a "requel," in the parlance of the movie, as meta as ever, with brand new characters closely connected to legacy characters. This time we follow a pair of estranged sisters who are forced back into each other's lives when new Ghostfaces reemerge in Woodsboro, twenty-five years after the first Ghostface killings. And they need back-up, so we get to see Dewey (David Arquette), Sydney (Neve Campbell) and Gail (Courteney Cox - who should really stop fucking with her face) because who knows better how to stop a Ghostface than those badasses?
After a pretty brutal opener that is a direct callback to Drew Barrymore in the first film, this fifth installment is the typical mix of light tone and rigorous kills that is the hallmark of the series. It's okay, a little nostalgic to see old faces again, plus a return to Stu's house. I loved middle-aged Sydney and Gail; I also loved how everyone is brunette.


