★★★1/2 The Olpin-Gillett duo gave us the original black comedy Bloody Wedding a couple of years ago, and then Scream 5, which tried to relaunch the killer in the mask series created by Kevin Williamson and Wes Craven. Let’s remember that Scream was a kind of commentary on horror movies and the joke consisted of that “meta” relationship, of making fun of clichés while respecting them until everything became absurd. This new series yes, friends, it has “that” that was the engine of the -let’s say- “classic” and also a good degree of visual inventiveness at the time of the crimes. The problem is that it refers to nothing. That is to say: we are judging on these lines how adept a movie is at scaring during its development, not whether or not it is a good movie. But a good movie, as we are, is one that gives us something more, the one that goes beyond what it counts. The novelty here is that it takes place in New York, and that oh, how violent the city is. And nothing moms. Delivers what it promises: expertly shot scares and bullfights and blood. But -for example- the link with melodrama and Greek tragedy that the (still unsurpassed) Scream II posed, we owe it to them. In other words: if Ant-Man is the Roller Coaster, Scream VI is the Ghost Train. And nothing more than that.
