With Scream, he has come up with the umpteenth entry in that most exhausted and redundant subgenre, the teen-slasher film. But as with his terrific 1994 New Nightmare, Craven has found ways to breathe new life into the same old tropes.
In the grand (?) tradition, Scream opens with a scene of protracted and brutal violence. It's really bloody, really sadistic, with an anonymous caller tormenting a teenage girl, played by Drew Barrymore, before moving in for the attack. Aesthetically, it announces the rules and limitations of the film's world; commercially, it makes sure nobody in the multiplex gets bored and bails to another film during the opening exposition.
After the intro, we meet our protagonist--Sidney (Neve Campbell), a teen with a trauma. Her mother was murdered a year before; her father has become strange and distant, disappearing for long business trips; her boyfriend, Billy (Skeet Ulrich), is putting on the heavy sexual pressure. Even worse, she is constantly hounded by Gale Weathers (Courteney Cox), a TV news reporter who sees a connection between her mother's murder and the new attack. Sidney's mother's killer has been sent to death row on Sidney's testimony, but Weathers has written a book suggesting he's the wrong man.
There's a freak on the loose. It's exactly a year since Mom's murder. Sidney lives in a remote house. Her father just left on business.
Gee. Whaddaya think's gonna happen?
Eventually, Sidney and all her high school pals throw a big party, at which they are picked off one at a time. Typical modern kids all, they've seen this movie before. "This is like some Wes Carpenter flick," one remarks.
A geeky video clerk outlines their best strategy for survival, based on a lifetime of watching the genre: "One: Sex equals death," he warns. "Whatever you do, don't have sex. Two: Never drink or do drugs. Three: Never leave the room and say, 'I'll be right back.'"
In order to mislead us about the killer's identity, Craven pulls some plot manipulation and flouts credulity, but he's careful to acknowledge the stretch up front. "It's the millennium," one wacko character says. "Motives are incidental."
Craven's other accomplishment here, besides resuscitating the genre, is the way he keeps things scary even when they're at their funniest. John Carpenter did a little of that in Halloween, but Craven has a richer sense of humor. The grand finale, while thoroughly bloody and tense, has some genuinely hilarious shtick.
Directed by Wes Craven; with Neve Campbell, Skeet Ulrich, Courtney Cox, David Arquette, Matthew Lillard, Rose McGowan, Henry Winkler and Drew Barrymore.