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“I’m a really big fan.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
This is No Way Home for Scream fans. Horror has reached peak self-referential nature here, and while the fan service always feels nice (or, adversely, hurts a lot), the shtick is tired. Thankfully, Scream is fully aware of this, as the series has undoubtedly always had the advantage of consistently one-upping its self-awareness with every proceeding film, and excellently so with its fifth installment. Scream isn’t just a blast for die-hard fans — it’s a much-needed commentary on toxic fandoms and the tired nature of remakes and requels. This is a requel done right.
You know when a film feels like it’s in its final act the entire runtime yet cleverly manages to one-up itself at every turn until reaching an insane point of utter oblivion and mania? That’s precisely what Ready or Not is, meant entirely as a compliment. It’s a cult classic for the ages.
“Fucking rich people.”