And here brings the end of Leigh Janiak’s Netflix original, Fear Street trilogy. A consistent trilogy that has no entry clearly outshining another, but has each instalment showcasing something different in the department of the horror genre. Starting off in a blood-soaked wormhole of classic horror tropes and nineties nostalgia, and rounding off much the same way in this final instalment.
Dating back to 1666, we continue the story by going back to where it all began. After the final moments of Part 2, Deena (Kiana Madeira) is transported into the body of Sarah Fier as she is forced to live out the last moments of her life. A witches curse dooms the small settlement of Shadyside and the residents of the community, which are played here by returning members of the cast, start wagging their fingers at the sinners amongst the group. Sarah Fier becomes the subject of unanimous selection and is on the run from her commune.
It’s worth saying that only a portion of this final instalment really takes place in its 1666 setting, before returning back to its ‘modern’ setting of 1994 to wrap everything up in its final third. This final third is where the finale really shines.
The first portion of this movie is the slowest we’ve seen throughout the trilogy. While both of its predecessors strongly relied on its admiration of the slashers that came before it, part 3 takes it time to build up this origin story. Heading into its final instalment this saga had an awful lot to answer for, especially from a narrative perspective. There have been many questionable character and story choices that have still lacked understanding and thorough explanation up until this point, and for the most part this finale leaves no stones unturned.
There’s only seven minutes of runtime splitting the shortest entry (Fear Street Part 1: 1994) and the longest, which is unsurprisingly left to its finale. Sadly for its first hour it feels very much every minute of it and more. But its final bow out ends the saga in a glorious gore filled high, leaving no horror fan deprived of what this trilogy has been hinting towards since its enthusiastic opening.
As stated before this is a wildly consistent trilogy. There are elements to each that work and compliment the different styles each go for very well. But certainly with the last two movies, the slow build-up feels like lost time, that would’ve been more beneficial if it was used more wisely, and kept more in tone with the constant energetic beat laid out in its opener.
Leigh Janiak knows how to pay tribute to the films these very much riff off of, but is able to put a charming, contemporary spin on it. A series more likely to grab the eye of casual horror viewers as apposed to those who seek for the gruesome and downright terrifying on the regular. It knows how to have fun with the material it’s adapting from, with the younger cast members really being the highlights throughout all three instalments.
The Fear Street trilogy has become a welcoming treat for the Netflix brand. With the added benefit of all three episodes being released weekly, you have the choice to digest this all in one go or choose to break your viewing experience up however you see fit.
I don’t quite feel as though the previous two (perhaps more so with this one) really hit the highs that part 1 provided, but getting to the third act of part 3, we get the bloody send off that it was all leading towards. Complete with a mall showdown, a psychopath battle royale and a final satisfying conclusion. This fun saga of movies may not be ground-breaking, but they fundamentally retain their goofy blend of brutal horror and charming teen adventure throughout.