"It's pretty dark in here, isn't it, Tom? My agent is telling me... By the way, I'm going to change agents. Tom, can you hear me?.. Tom?.. Tom!.. Ahhhhh!!!"
What I like most about Scream 3 is the dialogue. new screenwriter They were composed by Wes Craven's , a child prodigy with the good surname Kruger, who by the age of twenty-five had managed to conquer big Hollywood. Kruger was sincerely carried away by the idea of the trilogy - to mix until completely indistinguishable the world of art and the world of nightmare, fake and real murder, blood and ketchup. He is still new to the set, so he depicts film morals with cheerful excitement. Everything amazes him - the bitchiness of the prime ministers, the despondency of elderly starlets, and the ambitions of novice sex symbols. He unfolded the action in two plans, cloning the main characters. The surviving characters from Scream prepare for a new series of murders while filming of Dagger 3 gets underway. The actors glance jealously at their prototypes. Gail Weavers (there's some stuff about Courteney Cox here - like how she advertised for Tampax and got rid of myopia with laser surgery: http://us.imdb.com/Bio?Cox,+Courteney ) and the actress who plays her fiercely share fat Dewey. The “real” Dewey (played by David Arquette, who was at one time the fiancé of Courteney Cox ), his performer at this time is busy only getting into the role.
In "Scream 3" for the first time, all these movie fan jokes, quotes, references to the real relationships of the performers look organic. In the first two parts of the trilogy, they played the role of intellectual ballast, student chatter, which was sprinkled with rare bloody scenes. Here they recreate the fever on the set, which is still new to Kruger. That’s why the scriptwriter’s witticisms just flow out. For the entire two hours, the audience regularly laughed, watching the actors tremble with fear not for their lives, but for their role. The fact is that a series of mysterious murders threaten to interrupt filming, and for these shabby professionals, the sequel to "Strike with a Dagger" is almost the only chance to make a career. The torments of TV stars of the tenth magnitude, trying to escape from the soap foam of the series, are almost more impressive than Sydney's eyes bulging with fear (here you can read how Neve Campbell went bald as a result of a nervous shock, as well as a list of her boyfriends ), who met her mother.
Yes, yes, the deceased is coming out of the grave. On a black, stormy night, she appears to her daughter, distraught with horror, and moans in an afterlife tone: “Si-i-indi-i-i.” He knocks on the window, asks to be let into the house and is clearly going to suck the blood out of Cindy. But even this stupid Freudianism looks pretty funny. We are already accustomed to the fact that immature heroes of horror films always recognize their beloved parents in the monsters chasing them. If a monster is chasing a pimply youth, then the face of the beloved daddy, whom the Oedipus complex strongly advises to send to the next world, will appear in the monster’s features. If a girl has a dream of reason, then the generated monster will certainly look like her own mother. In psychoanalytic jargon, this is called the “Electra complex” and has an extremely good effect on the box office of the film. Indeed, what could be simpler - get rid of your domineering ancestor (well, at least symbolically), and you are guaranteed a peaceful existence with success in your career and happiness in your personal life.
But instead of chasing the ghost of her mother with a kitchen knife, Cindy acts more humanely. She tries to explore the past of her impeccable mother and, to her delight, finds many sins there. It turns out that many years ago, long before meeting Cindy’s father, her mother worked in Hollywood, and tried to conquer the very studio where the long-suffering “Strike with a Dagger” is now being filmed. Even the producer, whom she tried to charm with her provincial charms, remained the same. It is on him that the suspicion of the unfinished heroes falls. The old scoundrel who takes advantage of starlets begins to look especially suspicious when he invites all the survivors to his palace, and he himself disappears to God knows where. In the silence of the night, a cell phone screams shrilly. The labyrinth of palace corridors separates the heroes. Cindy, hypnotized, wanders into the room where the disguised killer is hiding. A swing of the dagger... "Mommy-ah-ah! Nooooo!!!"
Kruger's handiwork lives and triumphs. Craven only had to make a sequel to A Nightmare on Elm Street , inviting his young screenwriter to play the role of the merry fellow Freddy. How much humor he will bring into his performance, what kind laughter will ring out in the hall at the premiere.