2000’s Scream 3, directed
by Wes Craven.
Starring Neve Campbell, Courtney Cox, David Arquette, Parkey
Posey, Patrick Dempsey, Emily Watson, Scott Foley, Patrick Warburton, Melissa
McCarthy, Lance Henrikson, Liev Schrieber, Carrie Fisher, and Jamie Kennedy.
What is it about?
Haunted by her dreams, perpetual victim Sidney Prescott
(Neve Campbell) hides in anonymity in the hills of Los Angeles. While
production of the horror sequel, Stab 3, continues, people on the movie set
start to die. Convinced that he can find the killer, Dewey Riley (David
Arquette) becomes a consultant on the film set, and journalist Gail Weathers
(Courtney Cox) senses (another) story in the making. Together the 3 of them
reunite to uncover yet again the person responsible for bringing back the
Ghostface killer. Will Sidney continue her streak of being one of horror’s most
resilient final girls?
Why is it worth seeing?
Director Wes Craven returns in the third entry of the
slasher pastiche franchise.
Reuniting with his trio of Neve Campbell’s heroine Sidney Prescott, David
Arquette’s humble Dewey Riley, and Courtney Cox’s investigative Gail Weathers,
they forego the writing of Kevin Williamson (who did the previous 2 movies) for
scriptor Ehren Kruger. The results, while not quite matching the originality of
the original, are superior to that of Scream 2.
By the third movie in the franchise, you probably have a
decent idea of the ground covered in the Scream
canon. Dripping with self awareness of both the genre AND the series’ effects
on the horror genre, Scream 3 doubles
down on the meta factor through its Los Angeles based film shoot setting.
Having “actors” portray the characters (such as Parker Posey’s mimicry of Gail
Weathers) side by side while trying to escape the advances of yet another
ghostface killer in a Hollywood set made to look like the homes depicted in the
original, enhances the irony that much further. With little left to do but to
try to top its self references, the Russian Doll structure accompanies the now
practically standard jump scare fake outs, red herrings, and rampant speculation
as to whom this time is behind the (comically clumsy) killer.
While never straying from the formula described
above, writer Ehren Kruger brings aboard a different sensibility to the
screenplay. There’s a coherence, and momentum, so absent in the second film, that
is most welcome- making for a smoother ride. However, the Cox and Arquette
relationship remains baffling. For the third movie in a row, they display
chemistry, and work through yet another estrangement from each other (these
past 2 films), that again is never explained or commented upon. You’d think the
2 of them would have the sense to actually stick together, since they spend the
whole movie playing detective to find the killer. Campbell on the other hand,
whom just wants to get over her trauma and move on, continues to be tormented. As
capable and exciting to watch as ever, the movie’s closing shot of Sidney is a
tribute to the power of resilience.
With more ironic death, more thrilling chases, and enough
self reference to make Hollywood blush, some new wrinkles are overshadowed by
the series’ contractual obligation. At the time, it was thought that this would
be the last entry in the series. But you know how hard it is to keep the
incompetent imitators at bay.
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