Following the poor performance of "Scream 4," a film I truly and unexpectedly enjoyed, my fond memories of the first installment cut deeper. Over at Slant Magazine's The House Next Door, I share an essay that outlines my personal history with the series, the jolt of the fourquel's shoulder-shrug reception, and how watching it made me feel more than a little -- gulp -- old. I'm especially proud of this piece, and I hope you'll give it a read. CLICK HERE.
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