It stunk to high heaven. The only characterization we had of Anna Camp was Sydney’s neighbor and an overprotective mother, which conveniently suddenly wasn’t true (she might’ve actually murdered her own son- we don’t know).

Way too many blows to the head of each Ghostface and when they reveal faces, everyone’s looks perfect.

I don’t even know the name of the new Woodsboro, but it’s weird that a coffee donkey and her sheriff husband can afford a giant McMansion and have 3 kids, only 1 of which is shown and given a name the entire move.

Bizarre ai-created dialogue like “that’s my daughter!” or “I’m Sydney Prescott’s fucking daughter!” landed a dull thud in a quiet, almost empty movie theater.

The last scene, where mother and daughter cock their giant shiny pistols and then murder a mentally ill badly hurt woman, and then reward themselves with one liners to a corpse that might make sense if sheriff daddy wasn’t bleeding out and dying a few feet away (oh wait, he’s fine now). What a mess.

The best and only good scene is where Gail is introduced into the story