Review: I know what you did last summer is the senseless nostalgic slasher ridiculous

I entered the new I know what you did last summer Revival with an open mind. Honestly, I have never been a fan of the original films, they have always heard that they had been made to ride the Coatteils of Cry. However, curiosity has had the better of me.

Perhaps this film would be to shake things, add an intelligent turning point or at least give the franchise a little fresh energy. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen. What we have achieved is a film that is not only based on nostalgia, practically clings like a lifestyle.

From the beginning, the film clarifies that it is playing things safe. The story is basically a remix of the first two films with a couple of small changes, but nothing that reinvents the wheel. Each beat seems familiar.

Worse still, it is so predictable that you can understand who is quite quickly if you are paying attention. There are no tensions, no surprise, just a series of moments of painting for numbers wrapped in slasher clichés. The script will also remind you of the year 1997 approximately every fifteen minutes, as if repeating the date made intelligent callbacks heard.

As for the tone of the film, instead of leaning on suspense and horror, the film seems to embrace the comedy … intentionally or not. The public in my projection laughed everything. Not because the jokes landed, but because the whole experience has reduced to the margins of “so badly is good”.

The characters are so stupid as they make a ridiculous decision after another and the dialogue is silly. The characters are completely unpleasant. Everyone feels like a caricature of a stereotype of the gen Z, written without honorable or charm.

It is difficult to cheer for anyone when you are busy raising your eyes to dialogue or waiting for the next stupid move that will make them kill. If that was the goal, then the mission created, I imagine.

Even the original films were not so great, but at least they had a certain seriousness. Here, writing seems lazy, as nobody cared enough to give these people any reason to have importance.

In its center, this film is a machine for nostalgia running on the fumes. It desperately wants to recreate the atmosphere of the slasher boom in the late 90s while it also appears self -conscious, but never balances either approach. Instead, an empty imitation is needed that I mistake the references for the substance.

There is also a line from Jennifer Love HewittThe character who says: “Nostalgia is overrated” and I could not help but laugh because the film itself is proof of it.

In the end, I know what you did last summer It is not frightening, intelligent or original. It is not even a guilty pleasure. It is a lucid and not inspired reconstruction with anything new to offer. If you like the hands without capital and you want to laugh at absurd choices and bad scriptures, you could find it fun in a way of “hatred-ascetta”.

For all the others, this is a movie that you can jump.