Scream

Scream

When Randy the video geek rattles off the rules of surviving a horror movie in Wes Craven's Scream, he speaks for a generation of filmgoers who are all too aware of slasher movie clichés. Playfully scripted by Kevin Williamson with a self-aware wink and more than a few nods to its grandfathers (from Psycho to Halloween to the Friday the 13th dynasty), Scream skewers teen horror conventions with loving reverence while re-creating them in a modern, movie-savvy context. And so goes the series, which continues the satirical spoofing by tackling (what else?) sequels while sustaining its own self-contained mythology. Catty reporter Gale Weathers (Courteney Cox) turns grisly murders into lurid bestsellers, a cult of killer wannabes continues to hunt spunky psycho-survivor Sydney Prescott (Neve Campbell) for their 15 minutes of fame, and a cheesy movie series (Stab) develops within the movie series. Scream remains the high point of the series--a fresh take on a genre long since collapsed into routine, but Scream 2 spoofs itself with witty humor ("Why would anyone want to do that? Sequels suck!" opines college film student Randy), and delights with more elaborate set pieces and all-new rules for surviving a horror movie sequel. The endangered veterans of the original film reunite one last time for Scream 3, which plays out on the movie set of Stab 3. (It's a trilogy within a trilogy!) With Williamson gone, replacement screenwriter Ehran Kruger tries to mine the formula one more time. It's a little tired by now, and pale imitations (Urban Legend, I Know What You Did Last Summer) have further drained the zeitgeist, but the film bubbles with bright humor, and director Craven is stylistically at the top of his game. As a trilogy, it remains both the most consistently entertaining and self-aware horror series ever made. --Sean Axmaker

Genre: Crime, Horror, Mystery
Director(s): Wes Craven
Production: Miramax Films
  7 wins & 8 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.2
Metacritic:
65
Rotten Tomatoes:
79%
R (Restricted)
Year:
1996
111
20,573 Views

[first lines; phone rings]

Casey Becker:
[picks up phone] Hello?

Phone Voice:
Hello?

Casey Becker:
Yes?

Phone Voice:
Who is this?

Casey Becker:
Um…who are you trying to reach?

Phone Voice:
What number is this?

Casey Becker:
What number are you trying to reach?

Phone Voice:
I don't know.

Casey Becker:
Well? I think you have a wrong number.

Phone Voice:
Do I?

Casey Becker:
It happens. Take it easy. [hangs up, goes to kitchen; phone rings again; Casey picks it up] Hello?

Phone Voice:
I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number.

Casey Becker:
So why'd you dial it again?

Phone Voice:
To apologize.

Casey Becker:
You're forgiven. Bye now.

Phone Voice:
Wait! Wait. Don't hang up.

Casey Becker:
What?

Phone Voice:
I wanna talk to you for a second.

Casey Becker:
They've got 900 numbers for that. See ya. [hangs up. Goes to the kitchen, turns on a burner, and prepares to cook up Jiffy Pop popcorn. The phone rings a third time] Ugh. [picks up phone] Hello?

Phone Voice:
Why don't you want to talk to me?

Casey Becker:
Who is this?

Phone Voice:
You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine.

Casey Becker:
I don't think so. [shakes the Jiffy Pop]

Phone Voice:
What's that noise?

Casey Becker:
Popcorn.

Phone Voice:
You're making popcorn?

Casey Becker:
Uh-huh.

Phone Voice:
I only eat popcorn at the movies.

Casey Becker:
Well, I'm getting ready to watch a video.

Phone Voice:
Really? What?

Casey Becker:
Oh, just some scary movie.

Phone Voice:
You like scary movies?

Casey Becker:
Uh-huh.

Phone Voice:
What's your favorite scary movie?

Casey Becker Uh, I don't know.

Phone Voice:
You have to have a favorite. What comes to mind?

Casey Becker:
Um, Halloween. [pulls out knife] You know, the one with the guy in the white mask who walks around and stalks baby-sitters. [puts back knife]

Phone Voice:
Yeah.

Casey Becker:
What's yours?

Phone Voice:
Guess.

Casey Becker:
Um, Nightmare on Elm Street. [picks up VHS tapes]

Phone Voice:
Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?

Casey Becker:
Yeah, Freddy Krueger.

Phone Voice:
Freddy, that's right. I liked that movie. It was scary.

Casey Becker:
[locks door] Well, the first one was, but the rest sucked. [goes to living room]

Phone Voice:
So, you got a boyfriend?

Casey Becker:
Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?

Phone Voice:
Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?

Casey Becker:
No.

Phone Voice:
You never told me your name.

Casey Becker:
Why do you want to know my name?

Phone Voice:
'Cause I want to know who I'm looking at.

Casey Becker:
[eyes widen in horror] What did you say?

Phone Voice:
I want to know who I'm talking to.

Casey Becker:
That's not what you said.

Phone Voice:
What do you think I said? [Casey checks outside] What? Hello?

Casey Becker:
Look, I gotta go.

Phone Voice:
Wait! I thought we were gonna go out.

Casey Becker:
Uh, nah, I don't think so. [locks door]

Phone Voice:
Don't hang up on me! [Casey hangs up]

[doorbell rings twice]

Casey Becker:
Aah! Who's there?! Who's there? I'm calling the police! [phone rings; Casey jumps with horror, picks it up]

Phone Voice:
You should never say "Who's there?". Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish! You might as well just come out here to investigate a strange noise or something.

Casey Becker:
[sobbing] Look, you've had your fun now, so I think you better just leave or else...

Phone Voice:
Or else what?

Casey Becker:
[sobbing] Or else my boyfriend will be here any minute, and he'll be pissed when he finds out.

Phone Voice:
I thought you didn't have a boyfriend.

Casey Becker:
I lied! I do have a boyfriend and he'll be here any second, so your ass better be gone.

Phone Voice:
[sarcastically] Sure.

Casey Becker:
I swear! [angrily] He's big and he plays football, and he'll kick the sh*t out of you!

Phone Voice:
[false terror] I'm getting scared! Shakin' in my boots.

Casey Becker:
[terrified sobbing] So you better just leave...

Phone Voice:
His name wouldn't be Steve, would it?

Casey Becker:
[eyes widen in shock] How do you know his name?

Phone Voice:
Turn on the patio lights...again.

Casey Becker:
[turns on patio light, scared; looks outside, sees Steve tied in a chair, his mouth taped] Oh, God! [unlocks and opens door]

Phone Voice:
I wouldn't do that if I were you!

Casey Becker:
[closes and locks door in fear] [scared crying] Where are you? Where are you?

Phone Voice:
Guess.

Casey Becker:
[sobbing] Please don't hurt him.

Phone Voice:
That all depends on you.

Casey Becker:
[sobbing] Why are you doing this?

Phone Voice:
I wanna play a game.

Casey Becker:
[crying] No.

Phone Voice:
Then he dies right now!

Casey Becker:
[screaming and crying] No!! No!

Phone Voice:
Which is it? [serious tone] Which is it?

Casey Becker:
[crying] Well...what kind of a game?

Phone Voice:
Turn off the light. You'll see what kind of game. Just do it!  [Casey walks to light switch]

Steve Orth:
[muffled] No, Casey! No! No! [Casey switch lights off] No! Casey!!

Phone Voice:
Here's how we play: I ask a question. If you get it right, Steve lives.

Casey Becker [unplugs television] [sobbing] Please don't do this.

Phone Voice:
Come on, it'll be fun.

Casey Becker:
[sobbing] Please.

Phone Voice:
It's an easy category.

Casey Becker:
[sobbing] Please.

Phone Voice:
Movie trivia. I'll even give you a warm-up question.

Casey Becker:
[sobbing] Don't do this. I can't.

Phone Voice:
Name the killer in Halloween.

Casey Becker:
[sobbing] No.

Phone Voice:
Come on, it's your favorite scary movie, remember? He had a white mask. He stalked the baby-sitters.

Casey Becker:
[sobbing] I don't know.

Phone Voice:
Come on. Yes, you do.

Casey Becker:
[sobbing] No, please.

Phone Voice:
What's his name?

Casey Becker:
[sobbing] I-I can't think.

Phone Voice:
Steve's counting on you.

Casey Becker:
[stops sobbing] Michael-- Michael Myers.

Phone Voice:
Yes! Very good! Now for the real question.

Casey Becker:
No!

Phone Voice:
But you're doing so well. We can't stop now.

Casey Becker:
Please stop! Leave us alone!

Phone Voice:
Then answer the question. Same category.

Casey Becker:
Oh, please stop.

Phone Voice:
Name the killer in Friday the 13th.

Casey Becker:
Jason! Jason! Jason!

Phone Voice:
I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer!

Casey Becker:
No, it's not! No, it's not. It was Jason.

Phone Voice:
Afraid not. No way.

Casey Becker:
Listen, it was Jason! I saw that movie twenty Goddamn times!

Phone Voice:
Then you should know Jason's mother, Mrs. Voorhees, was the original killer! Jason didn't show up until the sequel. I'm afraid that was a wrong answer.

Casey Becker:
[sobbing] You tricked me.

Phone Voice:
Lucky for you, there's a bonus round. But poor Steve, I'm afraid, he's out!

Sidney Prescott:
[answering the phone] Tatum, just get in the car--

Phone Voice:
Hello, Sidney.

Sidney Prescott:
Uh, hi. Who is this?

Phone Voice:
You tell me.

Sidney Prescott:
Well, I have no idea.

Phone Voice:
Scary night, isn't it? With the murders and all, it's like right out of a horror movie or something.

Sidney Prescott:
[chuckles] Randy, you gave yourself away. Are you calling from work? 'Cause Tatum's on her way over.

Phone Voice:
Do you like scary movies, Sidney?

Sidney Prescott:
I like that thing you're doing with your voice, Randy. It's sexy.

Phone Voice:
What's your favorite scary movie?

Sidney Prescott:
Oh, come on. You know I don't watch that sh*t.

Phone Voice:
Why not? Too scared?

Sidney Prescott:
No, no. It's just, what's the point? They're all the same. Some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can't act, who's always running up the stairs when she should be going out the front door. It's insulting.

Phone Voice:
Are you alone in the house?

Sidney Prescott:
Randy, that's so unoriginal. I'm disappointed in you.

Phone Voice:
Maybe that's because I'm not Randy.

Sidney Prescott:
[eyes widen] So, who are you?

Phone Voice:
The question isn't "Who am I?". The question is, "Where am I?"

Sidney Prescott:
S-s-so, where are you?

Phone Voice:
Your front porch.

Sidney Prescott:
Why would you be calling from my front porch?

Phone Voice:
That's the original part.

Sidney Prescott:
[checks front porch; no one seems to be there] Oh, yeah?  Well, I call your bluff. [goes outside, looks around, sees no one] So where are you?

Phone Voice:
Right here.

Sidney Prescott:
[looks around, sees no one] Can you see me right now?

Phone Voice:
Uh-huh.

Sidney Prescott:
Uh-huh, okay.[picks nose] What am I doing? Huh? What am I doing? Hello? [laughs] Nice try, Randy. Tell Tatum to hurry up, okay? Bye, now.

Phone Voice:
If you hang up on me, you'll die just like your mother! [Sidney's eyes widen in horror] Do you wanna die, Sidney? Your mother sure didn't.

Sidney Prescott:
F*** you, you cretin!

Randy Meeks:
Stu's flipped out! He's gone mad!

Billy Loomis:
[eerily whispering] We all go a little mad sometimes. [points gun at Randy]

Sidney Prescott:
No, Billy!

Randy Meeks:
Oh, f***! [gets shot, and screams in pain. Sydney runs to Randy who moans in pain.]

Billy Loomis:
Anthony Perkins, Psycho. [tastes the fake blood] Mmm. Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pigs' blood in Carrie.

[Sydney shakes her head in shock, turns, and runs into Stu]

Sidney Prescott:
[scared] Stu. Help me, please.

Stu Macher:
[changes his voice with the voice changer: evilly] Surprise, Sidney.

Sidney Prescott:
[pushes Stu away, trying to flee] Unh!

Stu Macher:
Ooh!

Billy Loomis:
[stops Sidney with gun] Whoa, now. Whoa. [Stu throws the voice changer to Billy] What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Sidney Prescott:
Why are you doing this?

Stu Macher:
It's all part of a game, Sidney.

Billy Loomis:
It's called "Guess how I'm gonna die?"!

Sidney Prescott:
F*** you!

Billy Loomis:
No, no, no, no, no. We already played that game, remember? You lost.

Stu Macher:
It's a fun game, Sidney. See, we ask you a question, and if you get it wrong, boo-kah! You die!

Billy Loomis:
You get it right, you die.

Sidney Prescott:
You're crazy, both of you.

Stu Macher:
Actually, we prefer the term "psychotic."

Sidney Prescott:
You'll never get away with this.

Billy Loomis:
Oh, no? Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy he was to frame.

Stu Macher:
Watch a few movies, take a few notes. It was fun.

Sidney Prescott:
No!

Stu Macher:
Whoa! Where're you goin'?

Sidney Prescott:
Why? Why did you kill my mother?

Billy Loomis:
Why? Why!? Did you hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive. Well, I don't really believe in motive, Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?

Stu Macher:
No.

Billy Loomis:
Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people?  Don't think so!  See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid. We did your mom a favor, Sid. That woman was a slut-bag whore...who flashed her sh*t all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something.

Stu Macher:
Yeah, we put her out of her misery, 'cause let's face it, Sidney...your mother was no Sharon Stone, hmm?

Billy Loomis:
Is that motive enough for you? [Sydney doesn't answer] Well, how about this? Your slut mother was f***ing my father...and she's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me. How's that for a motive? Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior. It certainly f***ed you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath.

Billy Loomis:
[after Sydney disappears] Where are they? Where are they?

Stu Macher:
[coughs] I don't know, Billy, but I'm hurtin', man.

Billy Loomis:
Where the f***--?

[phone rings]

Stu Macher:
Should I let the machine get it?

Billy Loomis:
[picks up phone] Hello?

Sidney Prescott:
[as Ghostface] Are you alone in the house?

Billy Loomis:
B*tch! You b*tch, where the f*** are you?!

Sidney Prescott:
[as Ghostface] Not so fast. We're gonna play a little game. It's called [normal voice] guess who just called the police, and reported your sorry motherfucking ass?!

Billy Loomis:
Find her, you dipshit! Get up!

Stu Macher:
I can't, Billy. You already cut me too deep. I think I'm dying here, man.

Billy Loomis:
[puts phone on Stu and whispers] Talk to her. Talk to her.

Stu Macher:
Hello?

Sidney Prescott:
Ohh, Stu, Stu, Stu. What's your motive? Billy's got one. The police are on their way. What are you gonna tell them?

Stu Macher:
Peer pressure. I'm far too sensitive.

Billy Loomis:
We'll rip you up, you b*tch, just like your f***ing mother!

Sidney Prescott:
You've gotta find me first, you pansy-ass mama's boy!

Billy Loomis:
[angrily] F***! [throws phone]

Stu Macher:
[gets hit by phone] Ow. F***in' hit me with the phone, dick!

Billy Loomis:
[smashing everything] F***er, where are you?! Aah! [rips pillow] Aah, you f***! [angrily growls]

Stu Macher:
Did you really call the police?

Sidney Prescott:
You bet your sorry ass I did.

Stu Macher:
[worried and scared; as Billy smashes everything in background] My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.

Billy Loomis:
Aaah! B*tch!


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