Wednesday, April 13, 2011
We are the Sprocket Holes vol. 187 (on an undercover cop)
Scre4m is like a thousand amateur Freudians queefing in an echo chamber and then discussing it for the next hour. It is an amazing combination of ambitious, pretentious, narcissistic, and idiotic. It is a remedial-English class slam poem. This is a film in which each character can reference every horror film franchise and plot cliché of the last 60 years, yet seem totally unaware when they’re actually executing one. It is a film shamelessly aspiring to meta post-modernism in which Anthony Anderson plays a sassy black deputy who exclaims “DAMN!” unironically. It is boring, pointless, obnoxious, and terrible. One scene involves, I kid you not, DUELING WEBCAMS.
HA to the HA.
proof that no matter how bad horror has gotten or will get, NOTHING will ever be as awful as the late 90s Ironic Slasher craze. i'll take torture porn and misguided remakes over this winky glib-for-the-sake-of-being-glib 90210 bullshit any day of the week.