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Scream


BY ROGER EBERT / December 20, 1996



Wes Craven's ``Scream'' violates one of the oldest rules in movie history: It's about characters who go to the movies. They've even heard of movie stars. They refer by name to Tom Cruise, Richard Gere, Jamie Lee Curtis. They analyze motivations (``Did Norman Bates have a motive? Did Hannibal Lecter have a reason for wanting to eat people?'') True, they went to the movies in ``The Last Picture Show,'' and the heroes of ``Clerks'' worked in a video store. Even Bonnie and Clyde went to the movies. But those movies were about the *act* of going to the movies. ``Scream'' is about *knowledge* of the movies: The characters in ``Scream'' are in a horror film, and because they've seen so many horror films, they know what to do, and what not to do. ``Don't say `I'll be right back,' '' one kid advises a friend, ``because whenever anybody says that, he's *never* right back.'' In a way, this movie was inevitable. A lot of modern film criticism involves ``deconstruction'' of movie plots. ``Deconstruction'' is an academic word. It means saying what everybody knows about the movies in words nobody can understand. ``Scream'' is self-deconstructing; it's like one of those cans that heats its own soup.

Instead of leaving it to the audience to anticipate the horror cliches, the characters talk about them openly. ``Horror movies are always about some big-breasted blond who runs upstairs so the slasher can corner her,'' says a character in ``Scream.'' ``I hate it when characters are that stupid.'' The movie begins, of course, with a young woman (Drew Barrymore) at home alone. She gets a threatening phone call from an evil Jack Nicholson soundalike. She is standing in front of patio doors with the dark night outside. She goes into a kitchen where there are lots of big knives around. You know the drill.

Later, we meet another young woman (Neve Campbell). Her father has left for the weekend. Her mother was murdered . . . why, exactly a year ago tomorrow! Her boyfriend climbs in through the window. At high school, rumors of cult killings circulate. The killer wears a spooky Halloween costume named ``Father Death.'' There are more phone calls, more attacks. The suspects include the boyfriend, the father, and a lot of other people. A nice touch: The high school principle is The Fonz.

All of that is the plot. ``Scream'' is not about the plot. It is about itself. In other words, it is about characters who *know* they are in a plot. These characters read Fangoria magazine. They even use movie-style dialogue: ``I was attacked and nearly filleted last night.'' The heroine has been rejecting her boyfriend's advances, and just as well: As another character points out, virgins are never victims in horror films. Only bad boys and girls get slashed to pieces. Realizing they're in the midst of a slasher plot, the characters talk about who could play them: ``I see myself as sort of a young Meg Ryan. But with my luck, I'll get Tori Spelling.'' The movie itself, for all of its ironic in-jokes, also functions as a horror film--a bloody and gruesome one, that uses as many cliches as it mocks.

One old standby is the scene where someone unexpectedly enters the frame, frightening the heroine, while a sinister musical chord pounds on the soundtrack. I love these scenes, because (a) the chord carries a message of danger, but (b) of course the unexpected new person is always a harmless friend, and (c) although we can't see the newcomer because the framing is so tight, in the real world the frightened person would of course be able to see the newcomer all the time.

The movie is also knowledgeable about the way TV reporters are portrayed in horror films. The reporter this time, played by Courteney Cox of ``Friends,'' asks wonderful questions, such as ``How does it feel to almost be the victim of a slasher?'' Savvy as she is, she nevertheless suggests to a local deputy that they shouldn't drive to an isolated rural setting when it's a nice night to walk down a deserted country road in the dark while a slasher is loose.

What did I think about this movie? As a film critic, I liked it. I liked the in-jokes and the self-aware characters. At the same time, I was aware of the incredible level of gore in this film. It is *really* violent.

Is the violence defused by the ironic way the film uses it and comments on it? For me, it was. For some viewers, it will not be, and they will be horrified.

Which category do you fall in? Here's an easy test: When I mentioned Fangoria, did you know what I was talking about?

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scream film review

Movie Review

Scream (1996)

A-

Details Rated: R; Genre: Horror; With: David Arquette, Neve Campbell, Courteney Cox, Wes Craven and Jamie Kennedy...

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In the '80s, splatterific teen horror movies were as unavoidable as garden weeds. One after another, they popped up in the multiplexes, perpetually recycling the masked killers, softcore-sexpot victims, and ''Who will be the next to die?'' formulas of Halloween, Friday the 13th, and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Poised on the knife edge between parody and homage, Wes Craven's SCREAM (Dimension, R) is a deft, funny, shrewdly unsettling tribute to such slasher-exploitation thrillers as Terror Train, New Year's Evil, and Craven's own A Nightmare on Elm Street. In the dazzling opening sequence, Drew Barrymore, a teenager alone in her parents' house, is menaced by a stalker who keeps calling her up on the telephone. We've seen this bit before, but Craven gooses the tension with lurid finesse, and he throws in a wild card: The killer discombobulates Drew by forcing her to answer trivia questions about...teen horror films. Moments later, he pops out of the shadows. His mask, with its melting white ghost face, suggests a plastic version of Edvard Munch's The Scream, and though we can see it's just a Halloween costume, that mask has the eerie effect of reflecting the victim's -- and the audience's -- fear right back at it.

Knife murders, high school girls in tight sweaters, ''surprise'' blasts of white-knuckle fear music -- Scream revives the slasher films of the Reagan era in all their gruesomely ritualized glory. There's one crucial difference, though: The teenagers in Scream have been raised on endless VCR replays of those very same films. And so the sudden appearance of a mad killer becomes a case of life imitating schlock. Sidney (Neve Campbell), the virginal heroine, her hard-up boyfriend, Billy (Skeet Ulrich), and their clique of pals have such intricate knowledge of the formulas of grade-Z horror that when those formulas start to come alive, it confirms their worst fears. They now have to outsmart their own video-zapped fantasies.

The first teen horror film comparable to both Psycho and Clueless, Scream uses its hall-of-mirrors self-referentiality as a source of comedy and vise-tightening suspense. ''If this were a scary movie,'' declares Randy (Jamie Kennedy), the geeky video-store clerk, ''I'd be the prime suspect!'' Indeed, and the fact that he can joke about it doesn't mean he's not the killer. I seriously doubt that Scream will spark a splatter-movie revival, but anyone who has ever shuddered into their popcorn at the sight of a kitchen knife dripping Karo-syrup blood will have a fine time watching Wes Craven, who has turned out almost nothing but duds since A Nightmare on Elm Street, rediscover his craft with this inspired wink at the cliches he helped invent. A-