Third movie lacks the inspired homages, dialogue and surprises and has become a parody of itself where even the original movie itself has become a spoof. It do have a fun turn by Lance Henriksen playing a kind-of twisted version of Wes Craven, but most of the film is wasted time. This one even has an annoying cameo from Silent Bob and Jay only to ruin the film experience even further.
With a change in writer comes a considerable drop in quality. The meta jokes are now lazy and flippant and the scares fall short. It also suffers from large sections of the film where Sid is absent, leaving the supporting characters to carry the film which they just can't do.
I get why some people hate it. It is definitely the weakest of the original trilogy (fuck Scream 4). Yes, it has flaws. But it's still fun. A *lot* of fun. It's even fun to point out the flaws. Giving it a Hollywood, movie studio meta setting wasn't a bad idea either.
OK for a third part. Some nice twists of the story, but all in all not the quality of the first part. On the one hand Craven centers on the re-establishment of the slasher film dramaturgy but on the other he doesn't omit the ironic genre commentaries. Therefore the film fluctuates and leaves an unsatisfactory impression.
The joke was funny the first time, mildly amusing the second, but now it has been abused and exhausted with Scream 3. The team behind these films can be forgiven for running out of ideas but not for misleading audiences into thinking they had any. Some of the self-references will raise the odd smirk but this is a tired formula that brings nothing new to the table and concludes in a ridiculous and predictable manner.
Kevin Williamson's wit is sorely missed, as this film proves to be little more than a self-congratulatory celebration of the franchise's own success, complete with wink-wink, nudge-nudge cameos from Kevin Smith and Carrie Fisher(?!). The dire situation that is this film almost necessitated the existence of "Scary Movie," but at this point you have to ask: why bother? "Scream" had already become a parody of itself.
Watched this while pounding b-day cake/pumpkin pie & discussing the varieties of women's chins/jawlines because God only knows. Attention's a gift and I don't always know why I give mine to a thing and deprive this other thing. @ half-strength attention, the plot was easy & provided the bare minimum of guess-who pleasure. I feel bad for the genuine & unrequited love of people who make mediocre movies about movies.