|Let's scream again like we did last summer.|
Scream 2 is so fucking smart it just doesn't know what to do with itself. It's a veritable pinata of defied expectations. The first kill, as lovingly lingered over as any in the canon, is a guy (Phil, played by House's Omar Epps). Take that, Laura Mulvey! The second kill (Jada Pinkett Smith as the brassy-sassy Maureen) eschews dark alleys and grimy basements for a crowded movie premiere. Then
I will say that Scream 2 wasn't quite as much fun as Scream, partly because I had a little more time to get attached to the main characters and wasn't quite as keen to see them die horribly. But it's a sequel that, in its own right, is better than a whole lot of standalone horror flicks I've seen. So, basically, go see it... that's all I wanted to say, folks. Except that I wish people would put Sarah Michelle Gellar in movies again. (Have you seen her in Girl Talk? Tragi-adorable).
FINAL GIRL: I think the first two Screams might actually be unique in having not one final girl, but a team (final sisters, if you will): Sidney Prescott and Gale Weathers. I love what the idea of "Final Girls", plural, does to the there-can-be-only-one implicit misogyny in the concept of the last girl standing... especially because demure, virginal Sidney and brash, narcissistic Gale are so obviously playing for opposing teams (moral-wise) that it is necessary that they come to blows at least once per film.
Totally, utterly necessary.