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Scream (1996)
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Director:
Wes
Craven |
COUNTRY
USA |
Genre
Horror |
NORWEGIAN
TITLE
Skrik |
RUNNING TIME
111 minutes |
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Producers:
Cary
Woods
Cathy Konrad |
Screenwriter:
Kevin
Williamson |
Review
The ending of Wes Craven's latest
discharge, entitled Scream, has got most every hallmark of the worst
B-horror movies of the 1970s. But of course, by then he has already accomplished
his partly honourable, partly sneaky objective here: to pay tribute to the
horror genre, and to make people jump in their seats. He does it by utilizing
every genre convention and technique that horror films in general and the
slasher movie in particular cultivated/popularized during the 70s. It starts in
the film's very first segment, in which Drew Barrymore is killed off brutally
and (some would say) beautifully. The stage is set. Craven's real trick here is
how he balances so delicately between spoof and homage. For younger or less
informed audiences, the distinction may not even be noticeable. And here's the
brilliance of this film: For those audiences, the film works aptly and elegantly
as the mother of the movies it's capitalizing on. Whereas for anyone who grew up
with or are familiar with said movies, Craven sprinkles his film with abundances
of clever references and fun innuendos. The killer's favourite film is of course
A Nightmare on Elm Street,
while a non-connoisseur cites "Wes Carpenter" as the greatest director in the
genre.
That's one of several nods to John Carpenter, whose horror classic
Halloween is repeatedly referenced here. Scream
is an audacious movie made by a filmmaker who is willing to risk ridiculing
himself for the sake of showing off his brilliance, and that's a form of egotism
I can respect and enjoy.
Copyright © 14.6.1997
Fredrik Gunerius Fevang
(English version: © 24.03.2021 Fredrik Gunerius Fevang) |
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