There's now something very quaint about a post-modern horror that chuckles at its own cleverness while sticking to stabbing and slashing as its killer's MO.
It's like Saw never happened. Wes Craven's fourth flick of the ironic blade is a sometimes smart, often tiresome re-working of the "don't you know the rules?" format that he pioneered, and no amount of "tweets" and "apps" can make it feel relevant when old hands Neve Campbell, Courtney Cox and David Arquette inexplicably return for more bloody bathos. Julia Roberts's niece Emma and the cheerleader from Heroes bring the young blood to writer Kevin Williamson's oh-so-1990s gorefest. "One generation's tragedy is the next one's joke," muses Arquette. Yeah, and it stopped being funny 10 years ago.