Scream 4 (2011).
This movie is good.
Nothing in the movie is bad. Well nothing except for the god-awful presence of that dippy girl from the Friday Night Lights show who needs to stop being in movies. Full stop.
(minor spoilers ahead)
Going in, I think we all had our theories as to how a new Scream trilogy could be relevant today. Obviously Sydney would have to die in the opening. Obviously Sydney would wind up being the killer, vanquished only by Gail Weathers in a stab off leaving a whole cast of doe-eyed teens to carry on the legend of Ghostface. I’m happy to report back that we were dead wrong. Scream 4 is better than any of us could have imagined. Williamson does, in fact, know best.
While the original Scream loved its teenage protagonists, Scream 4 stabs into them with Chayeskian zeal. This movie is rock'n roll, spitting in the face of an entire generation who have defiantly rejected narrative storytelling. Scream 4 loathes the A.D.D. culture engendered by a twenty-four hour news cycle. Scream 4 hates Taylor Lautner, and the Jersey Shore. Scream 4 does not want you to leave your iphone on the dinner table - it's rude. Scream 4 is lashing out at tweens who just expect fame and fortune because they see it on television, gutting Rebecca Black like a school of carp in its wake.
In this arid climate where theatrically released, big budget horror movies are ostensibly dead, Scream 4 is everything - a long lost postcard from the nineties sent to remind us that things used to be really good. Believe it or not, it's been nearly fifteen years since a celebrity was famous for actually having some modicum of talent. In an America that is trying to pass off Donald "Rosie is a fat pig" Trump as a serious political contender, Scream 4 is mad as hell and it's not going to take it anymore. While I hate to draw lines in the sand like that dreadful Tea Party (that doesn't help anyone), if you can't at least appreciate this film for its pinsharp social commentary then you are no longer invited to my Sunday brunches.