At first, I was put off by the premise of this Netflix movie. It seemed too much to me like Friday the 13th. However, despite some very obvious nods in that direction, I was pleased to find that the sequel to Fear Street: 1994 was something different, if not something new.
The movie begins with C. Berman going about her day, which is extremely depressing. The woman has hourly alarms so that she can check all of her locks. One can argue that as a shut in, this is important. I was struck by not only the sadness of it, but also the hysterical necessity for it. Yes, she's the target of supernatural evil… but can locks truly protect a person from such tyrannical forces? The protagonists from the previous film appear and break in when she doesn't answer the door, and then convince her to tell them what she knows. The rest of the movie is her memory of her summer camp experience in 1978.
Once again, the soundtrack is killer. The gore is excessive, yet believable. The special effects were really, really good.
Check this one out, friends. But I'd recommend checking out the first one first, and not merely due to my obsessive compulsion with chronology, but because said chronology is literally momentary.
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