The first instalment in Netflix’s new trilogy of horror films Fear Street – based on the lesser-known series of books by R.L. Stine – tells you exactly who the target audience is in the title. Fans of Scream rejoice, you’re going back to the nineties. However what should be a fun romp through the era of grunge and video shops turns into one gnarly rollercoaster as 1994 constantly presents exciting premises or genuinely tense moments, only to have them brought down by one supremely depressing lead performance and a central relationship that is less interesting than the one between Leatherface and his beloved chainsaw.
Director Leigh Janiak goes all in on the period, evoking many beloved 90’s horror classics (and some even older films) in setting up the campily named Shadyside and Sunnyvale, two rival towns on opposite ends of the socio-economic spectrum. Our underdog heroes, naturally, hail from Shadyside, led by heartbroken, permanently pessimistic Deena (Kiana Madeira), a take-no-shit type of final girl who proudly professes her disdain for ex-girlfriend Sam (Olivia Scott Welch) who has defected to Sunnyvale as a result of her parent’s divorce. When the pair run into each other at a vigil for a recently murdered fellow student (Maya Hawke in a brilliant opening scene homage to Drew Barrymore’s Scream role) chaos ensues, culminating in Sam’s accidental desecration of the burial site of the town’s legendary local witch Sarah Fiers.
Now hunted by a who’s who of Shadyside’s famous history of murderers (there’s a reason they call the place Killer Capital USA), Sam, Deena, her brother Josh (Benjamin Flores Jr.) and their friends Kate (Julia Rehwald) and Simon (Fred Hechinger) race to find a fix for the curse placed on Sam. The roster from which Janiak selects her killer is easily the most enticing part of Fear Street as a whole collection of films. While it lacks the whodunnit nature of Scream, the Skull Mask killer does act as a convincing surrogate for Ghost Face, albeit far more willing to get creative, whilst the lumbering, Jason-esque Camp Nightwing killer terrifies with his unstoppable power and fearsome axe.
Outside of them are some truly inspired and creative killers mentioned in the flashbacks through Shadyville’s history whom we don’t get to see at their gory best in this film – from a baseball-bat wielding brat to a deranged slasher milkman – that flesh out the town’s sinister past and provide hints at some, hopefully, gloriously macabre set-pieces going forward.
Judging this film on the potential of future instalments however would be to gloss over the biggest issues, which unfortunately come in the form of the film’s heroes. Rehwald, Hechinger and Flores Jr. all rock solid in their assigned roles, each portraying a classic 90’s horror stereotype from the antisocial serial killer nerd to the dorky wannabe jock of the group; providing welcome humour that is almost always instantly extinguished by Deena and Sam.
Madeira plays Deena as the stereotypical angsty, depressed teen who hates the world around her and seems to get off by ruining everyone else’s good times. It instantly makes her a hard character to latch onto as a protagonist and even once she softens in her journey to save Sam, that snarky attitude comes back in her interactions with everyone else, who we all like a great deal more than Sam. Why Sam is so special is beyond me as the character is more devoid of life than the silent, masked axe-wielding maniac stalking her, monotonically droning on about her problems and never taking any real action to change her situation until everyone commits to risking their lives to save hers.
The film’s big showdown, which should be a hoot given the potential to run wild in the setting of an empty supermarket, turns into an endless groan-fest as we constantly cut away from the tense killer chase scenes to whatever the hell Sam is doing. The single best kill of the film takes place in this finale but you wouldn’t be blamed for forgetting it given how little the film seems to care about the impact of it, instantly cutting back to another episode of Deena and Sam’s boring problems.
To say the final act gets crazy in its campiness would be something of an understatement, with some plot points that are a far too convenient and silly to be believable, but once you’ve accepted a Witch resurrecting murderers, it’s kind of hard to bring up a gripe like this so late in the game. The cliffhanger Janiak leaves you on isn’t as compelling as she thinks given the utter banality of the characters it focuses on (see if you can guess) but it does offer hope that a new setting and time period will allow for some more enjoyable characters to flourish… before being gutted.
The nineties setting, for all its worth, is essentially scrapped after an opening 20 minutes that relies heavily on what I’m calling the Suicide Squad effect; bombarding you with everything from Radiohead’s “Creep” to Nine Inch Nails’ “Closer” in a near endless stream of soundtrack. It’s a familiar trapping of films these days to quickly establish a time period without having to write much into the story outside of some clothing or vintage touches like the ancient boxes that used to pass as computers.
After this initial spate of songs you’d be hard pressed to spot something that would be out of place in a film set in present day (especially given the return of baggy ripped jeans) and it becomes clear that Janiak is more interested in borrowing from the stories of 90’s horror than the style or general aesthetic. Not necessarily a bad thing when your biggest inspiration is one of the greatest horror films of all time in Scream.
The opening salvo of Fear Street is a sloppy introduction to the town of Shadyville and its haunted past, with a wasted nineties setting and unlikeable leads detracting from what could have been a fun, campy little slasher film. Decent pacing, solid world building and some interesting little twists and turns will likely keep viewers engaged but 1994 offers the genre very little in the way of genuine surprises. Fear Street might might not be off to a perfect start but I’m ready to head to Camp Nightwing.
Fear Street Part One: 1994 stars Kiana Madeira, Olivia Scott Welch, Benjamin Flores Jr., Julia Rehwald, Fred Hechinger, David W. Thompson, Ashley Zukerman & Maya Hawke – Streaming on Netflix now.