As a kid, like most children, my most anticipated time of year was the summer holidays. Whilst I adored the classic summer school holiday activities (heading to the local pool for a swim, heading up the coast to stay for a few days), my most treasured memories are of walking a few streets down from my apartment to visit the Video-Ezy and browsing their horror movie section until whatever guardian was accompanying me told me to hurry up and make a decision. It was during one of these journeys that I picked up a DVD that would genuinely go on to define my taste in film, literature and aesthetics for the rest of my life (so far): Scream 2. You’re probably thinking, “Why not the original Scream?” and I will give you two potential answers as to why 12-year-old me chose to watch a sequel first instead of the original:
I have a penchant for sequels, and as Terminator 2 has shown, they can easily outperform the original film.
The video store didn’t have Scream (1996) in stock at the time, so I settled for the next best thing (in fact, it took me a while to actually go on to watch the first Scream because it was never in stock, which I guess suggests something about how good it really is).
You get to decide which one you think is more true



