"It's the millennium, motives are incidental."

I don't have anything new to say about a movie that's already been reappraised multiple times in its now 25-year lifespan (including by its own sequels), except that I think its durability (especially given today's completely oversaturated horror market, for which this is in some ways directly responsible) mostly stems from Craven's playful, voyeuristic glee with violence and the gorgeous anamorphic cinematography. More personally, as a teenager turning into a cinephile when this was released, I remember being thrilled that a slasher movie finally resembled my own nightmarish high school experience.