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If Carrie and Scream had a neon-soaked, slightly tipsy baby in a corsage, Fear Street: Prom Queen would be the result. Netflix has resurrected the blood-stained corset of the ’80s slasher yet again—this time decking it out in satin, sequins, and high school hysteria. The result? A silly, bloody prom night that won’t win best in show, but earns an enthusiastic slow-clap for effort.
Set once again in the cursed halls of Shadyside High, Prom Queen pits a group of teenage girls against each other in the most dangerous competition since Battle Royale—high school prom queen. But instead of catty comments and sabotage, these girls are getting picked off by a mysterious cloaked killer faster than you can say “vote for Tiffany.”
The plot isn’t exactly reinventing the knife here. It’s your classic “final girl vs. faceless killer” setup, sprinkled with hormonal drama and retro outfits that feel like they were borrowed from a spirit Halloween bin labeled Generic 1988. And honestly? That’s the charm. Like your favorite slasher from the bargain bin, it’s less about innovation and more about hitting those nostalgic beats with the subtlety of a sledgehammer.
Ariana Greenblatt, Hollywood’s favorite rising star, shows up just long enough for her name to flash across the screen before falling victim to the Drew Barrymore rule. India Fowler takes the final girl mantle as Lori Granger, and while she doesn’t redefine the role, she plays it safe and scream-y enough to pass. Fina Strazza as the mean girl Tiffany Falconer brings the spirit of every Regina George knockoff—but with less bite and more eyeliner.
The kills? Not exactly Jason X levels of creativity, but serviceable. You won’t gasp, but you’ll probably grin. Think “budget I Know What You Did Last Summer” with a bit more fake blood and fewer clever setups. Still, they hit their marks, and that’s what counts. There’s something comforting about knowing when the next prom queen hopeful is going to meet their demise, even if it’s not particularly shocking.
But what Prom Queen lacks in surprise or polish, it makes up for in vibe. The filmmakers clearly love the genre. The cinematography, costume choices, and music cues all scream, “Remember the ‘80s?”—even if the accuracy is more Hot Topic nostalgia than period piece. The movie feels like a love letter written in lipstick on a locker, equal parts cheesy and charming.
So, does Fear Street: Prom Queen live up to its siblings, 1994 and 1978? Not quite. It’s the younger, goofier cousin who shows up late to the family BBQ, spills soda on the table, but still makes everyone laugh. If you’re not already a fan of slashers, this won’t change your mind. But if you’ve got a soft spot for dead teens, bad decisions, and killer prom nights, it’s a bloody fun time.
Fear Street: Prom Queen isn’t prom royalty—but it’s a worthy contender for slasher sweetheart. It won’t be remembered for its brains, but it knows exactly what kind of bloody dance it came to. 7/10, with bonus points for showing up in costume and not taking itself too seriously.
