Raul Marques’s review published on Letterboxd:
From the danger of glorified media violence to the violence of weaponized pop culture discourse.
Cursorily chronicles the ever shifting perception of movies from art to be enjoyed (or at least get distracted by) to content to be consumed. In the transactional logic that guides each relation, that means acting like an indulgent dissatisfied customer or assessing it like a petty academic looking for something of value becomes the norm instead of the exception. It's all interconnected with the central concept of the requel being spawned out of the necessity of fundamentally catering to factions of the audience, but it's only by the third act that this really flourishes by making the rhyming more directly visual and not just namely discussed.
Just like Tara kind of scoffed at the original saying all she remembers is that it's super 90s, with everything overlit and everyone having weird hair, this could easily be dismissed as an extremely 2022 thing as well, a dimly-lit lesser retread with hollow diversity and obnoxious self-awareness of its shortcomings. It's also decently engaging beat-to-beat with a couple of great kills and a reveal/payoff that makes what came before seem a little better. Easy not to care about Ghostface's identity being predictable, or the motivation being kind of flimsy, when the wonderful line-readings at the end make the franchise justice.