A disappointing “conclusion” to the so-called “trilogy”, Scream 3 is the film to lose its wit and understanding of what made the predecessors so enjoyable, in the end reducing it down to nothing other than a mediocre and typical horror film. The absence of original writer Kevin Williamson results in the vanished satire; it’s sorely missed and replaced by a focus on pure shocks. In doing so, it fails, but not to a great extent. Its exciting enough third act is an honorable source of entertainment, however dumb its killer reveal is, and the return of certain characters are genuinely welcoming. Courtney Cox and David Arquette are of course a delight, and even Neve Campbell, despite her lack of screen time and whimpering, is pretty irresistible.