🎃 Kyle 🎃 Johnson 🎃’s review published on Letterboxd:
Every time I rewatch Scream, I marvel a little bit at how fresh it still feels and, by extension, how fresh it must have felt in 1996. I wish I could remember. I saw it at a theater in Dayton on opening weekend at the ripe old age of 11 because my mother had no concern for societal norms and wanted me to be a person of culture at an early age. All I really remember processing the first time through was steaming intestines, “Hey, its Fonzie,” the occasional reference to other things I’d seen, Matthew Lillard’s sweater looking super cozy, and developing a years-long crush on Neve Campbell.