Williamson revisits his old texts, quoting his own lines, as well as some of Craven’s directorial ones, as at least two sequences in Scream 7 repeat similar episodes from 1996’s Scream, almost shot-for-shot.
Where Scream 7 proves most effective is in its opening sequence, continuing the franchise tradition of hitting the ground running with a sharp, well-executed set piece to launch the film.
The small town setting shifts the series back to the mode of the first, fourth, and fifth films; Scream never really felt comfortable in big city settings.
Scott's fatal mistake was chasing nostalgia. But beyond that, Williamson's first kills here are more vicious than those in Scream. They're more on par with the graphic violence seen in the torture porn trend that would follow the release of Scream 3 — a trend that is part of the reason this franchise went fallow for 11 years.
The latter, the heir apparent to Jamie Kennedy’s horror scholar Randy Meeks, can barely muster up the ritual monologue that typically plays like a state of the union address for film nerds. You know that moment where every Scream movie self-referentially lays down the intent and rules for whatever sequel, “requel” or current trend they’re supposed to be skewering.
After Ghostface’s reign of terror in New York City, the story shifts back to a small town, a welcome reset for the Scream franchise.