By Peter Killip.

I’m going to go out on a severed limb here and say I’m not the biggest fan of Classic horror remakes, usually bearing all the class of hearing a hen party screech your favourite song in a kebab shop at 2 am. This one though, I wasn’t hugely attached to. I remember finding a dodgy copy of the ’76 original on VHS at a film fair, getting it back home and ( 1 death by trombone scene notwithstanding) wondering what absolute gash I’d paid my hard earned for.

Not a remake, sequel or prequel, it’s a weird one to categorise, achingly meta, it seems to want to have it’s cake and eat it – one moment it’s prodding at the genre and biting at the hand that feeds, the next moment it’s sleepwalking through those very same tropes it previously lambasted. Smartly ditching the mock Docu approach and including some nice splashes of absurdist wit, it’s still Nowhere near as funny, smart or scary as it thinks it is nor needs to be and borrowing more than it should from the “Scream” franchise, ends up shooting themselves in the foot.

End result, it’s a bit of a wasted endeavour but at least this time, they weren’t ruining a favourite song, the trombone solo still holds up a treat though, mental.

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