Things I could only notice during this King Size candy bar treat of a theatrical Halloween screening:

The sound of Matthew Lillard's blood dripping on hardwood floor.

The "50 pounds overweight" news van jockey scarfing a bag of Cheetos® and then Tostitos®.

Wes Craven ogling Rose McGowan's acid swirl '90s-hip-but-back-in-style-'cause-nostalgia-repeats-in-bidecennial-cycles skirt as she sashays away from the camera.

Matthew Lillard's tongue slithering down his chin like a dying slug whenever he cackles.

The lush impossible country sunset behind Neve Campbell's impossible lush wine country mansion. A postcard from a world that only exists in a Hollywood teen movie a generation removed.

Guts.