After the twists of the first half, the movie loses its momentum, as it's obvious where it is headed. And when the expected moment of revelation finally arrives, it's handled in such a dramatically obtuse way that the film never recovers from it.
And the whole historical subplot just seems shoehorned in.
I'm not the biggest Almodovar fan, but it seems like he's lost his touch.
In some respects, this is a slight improvement over Scream 2, in terms of narrative flow and dialogue, but it also features an equally ridiculous climax. Scream 3 also doesn't feature any single sequence as great as the car scene from Scream 2.
The thing that's disorienting about the Scream franchise is that it's never clear whether the films as a whole are meant to be taken as ironic metafictional commentaries on the slasher genre or only certain elements of…
A very dark noir, but it doesn't quite escape it's B movie trappings. Some of the plot turns are just laughably implausible.
I...uh...well, I...Georgia, as a matter of fact, I discovered the bodies. And I'd rather you wouldn't mention it.
Kind of underwhelming, and the film never seems to get inside the play. The cinematography gives this a real Wellesian/Bergman vibe, but too slickly done.
The performances are just okay, with no real moments of greatness.
Shakespeare is the rock that wrecks a lot of filmmakers, so unfortunately, Joel Coen must now be added to that list. Unlike Polanski and Kurosawa, Coen does not rise to the challenge of the material.
