Robbie [while recording the girls]
I'm here with the beautiful Olivia "Don't-Look-At-My-Tits-I-Have-A-Mind" Morris! And my annual Woodsboro question "What's your favorite scary movie"
[sarcastically]
That's original!
Where did you hear that anyway?
Robbie Um...You're a genre nut, Kirby! What's your favorite scary movie?
[sarcastically]
Bambi. [pushes Robbie out of the way] Dork. [flirting with Charlie] What?
Robbie Totally unaware you exist!
Yeah! [after Robbie has walked off] Asshole!
This... You film your entire high school experience, and, what, post it on the 'net?
Robbie Everybody will be doing it some day.
It's kind of the one component the killer is missing.
Well, if you wanna be the new, new version, the killer should be filming the murders.
Robbie Yeah, it's like the natural next step in the psycho-slasher innovation. I mean, you film them all real-time, and before you get caught, you upload them into cyberspace.
Making your art as immortal as you. [speaking the same time as Robbie] Not to implicate him.
Robbie [speaking same time as Charlie]
Not to implicate me.
So, who do you think is doing the murders?
Well, it's a Stab fanatic, clearly. Working on less of a Shrequel and more of a Screamake.
Robbie Mercer Copyright terms, by the way.
'Cause all there are now are remakes. Only horror studios green-light. I mean, there are still rules, but the rules have changed. The unexpected is the new cliche.
Robbie Yeah, you gotta have an opening sequence that blows the doors off - gallop some music video direction and the kill's gotta be way more extreme.
Modern audiences get sappy to the rules of the original. So, the reverse has become the new standard. In fact, the only sure-fire way to survive a modern horror movie, you pretty much gotta be gay.
[pause]
So, why are you so sure that the killer is working by the rules of a horror remake?
Robbie Well, the original Stab structure is pretty apparent.
Yeah, two kids killed in a house when their parents are away?
Robbie And, then the school's 'hot chick' savage beyond recognition.
We all know where it goes from there...?
Exactly. A party. Guaranteed third-act-main-cast bloodbath.
Robbie Fingers crossed on some nudity for a change...