Yup, I’m doing it: writing up a list of detailed reasons as to why the Fear Street trilogy was so damn good: harrowing, cathartic, heartfelt, tragic and just what I needed at this specific point in time.
Let’s get some disclaimers down first. It ain’t high art. I’m pretty sure my ecstatically enthusiastic response is at least partly due to the fact that I was not in any way, shape or form expecting this to be good. I was actually looking forward to it being bad in the same way that R.L. Stine’s body of work is generally pretty bad: cheesy, pulpy, gory, lightweight nonsense.
So imagine my shock when I found myself increasingly engrossed in how this story unfolded. Just keep in mind that I went in with very low expectations, for if you decide to watch on the basis of my recommendation there’s every chance I’ve already overhyped it for you. And that’s assuming you’re into the horror/slasher genre anyway. Not everyone is.
Also, for any long-time fans of Stine’s Fear Street, you may want to keep in mind that this actually has very little to do with the books. It’s set in a town called Shadyside and… that’s about it. No Fear family (certainly no Simon or Angelica), no explanation about why Sarah’s last name is spelt Fier, and (strangest of all) no actual Fear Street. There’s a passing glimpse of a Fier Street, but doesn’t figure into the plot in any way.
I believe the very basic premise of a bus accident leading to a cheerleader uncovering the grave of Sarah Fear and getting possessed is lifted from the Cheerleaders trilogy (though the entire context has been changed) but for the most part, if you’re expecting any recognizable plot-points from the books… don’t.
The thing is though, this trilogy does Fear Street better than Stine. Perhaps that’s hubris to say out loud, but the truth is that Stine’s writing never went within a million miles of things like complex characterization or meaningful themes – they were cheap paperbacks that existed for grisly deaths, red herrings, and at least one big twist. And that’s okay! Fans knew what to expect and loved them for it.
But this trilogy takes the general vibe of Fear Street – teenagers with no parental supervision, high school rivalries, generational secrets, cliffhangers and fake-outs, the seedy side of the American dream – and crafts something vaguely familiar but wholly original out of it. It captures the spirit of the books while staking out its own narrative territory.
Suffice to say: spoilers below the cut. If you’re even vaguely curious about these films, watch them before reading this.