A Constant Visual Feast

As far as memory serves, I didn’t provide any coverage on the original Fear Street trilogy, which is fine; the first one came as a genuine shock and stands out as the best film of the three, the second one is solidly gruesome, and the third is nice, but gets a little tripped up by its structure and the burden of carrying the weight of “lore,” a boil on the ass of all genre fiction. 

What a bummer turn of events that I covered Fear Street: Prom Queen (admittedly by choice), a movie that frankly, and I use this word neither often nor lightly, sucks. 

Everything that makes Fear Street: 1994 feel like a miracle is absent in Fear Street: Prom Queen. It’s about as ass-backwards as contemporary slashers with misplaced fondness for the 1980s get, not to mention flat and lifeless across the board, outside of a few fancy-pants kills. 

My full thoughts may be found at Salon.