Before you assume I'm one of those uptight film critics who dissects everything and doesn't know how to just have fun at a movie, let me say that I really love the "Scream" trilogy.

Before you assume I'm one of those uptight film critics who dissects everything and doesn't know how to just have fun at a movie, let me say that I really love the "Scream" trilogy.

The original was a self-aware blast and was actually, y'know, scary. Hell, even though the sequels were unnecessary, they were still smarter than your average scare.

And now, 11 years after the last "Scream," we get the reboot, with all the familiar faces in a very familiar story.

After another kinda fun, kinda meta opening, we are thrust back into the sleepy town of Woodsboro, where our heroine Sidney (Neve Campbell) returns to promote her new inspirational book.

As is the custom, teens start turning up dead when Sidney comes to town. Seriously, you've seen this before.

Admittedly, director Wes Craven is masterful with a scare, but writer Kevin Williamson is wringing this concept dry.

Campbell, Courtney Cox and David Arquette are all back, for better or worse. A cavalcade of new faces play assorted killer bait.

But by the time we get to the Scooby-Doo ending, we realize they're just slapping on a new coat of paint for a new generation. I had hoped for more.

The sly horror references are turning on themselves, and I'm turning on the "Scream" franchise.