As much as it pains me to say, I feel like I have a lot in common with Scream‘s resident nerd, Randy Meeks (played by Jamie Kennedy). In fact, I kind of consider him a gasp!…choke!…kindred spirit. He’s a high-strung horror fanatic*, the oddest within his friend circle**, who works part-time at a video store*** and bores those around him with his endless pontifications on horror rules and theories****. We’re almost two peas in a pod really.
Randy represented a new generation of cinematic horror nerds. Gone were the clunky glasses and prescribed medications so prevalent with horror nerds of the ’80s, gone was the isolation from peers and lonely Saturday nights; this was the ’90s! Throughout the original Scream trilogy, Randy was a stalwart character, as necessary as the rest of ’em; a rodent-faced geek with a heart of bronze, always quick to offer a witticism or reference some esoteric horror flick in times of need. He wore retro vintage attire and wide-collared shirts, and he pined (endlessly) for Sidney Prescott, the final girl who would never be his.
He was far from cool, but if you squinted hard enough you could kind of make out a promising blur. Hard to explain, really. But as Randy himself once said, “It’s the millennium – motives are incidental.”
* Guilty. I blame my coffee intake.
** No question.
*** I worked in a movie theater; close enough.
**** Ask anyone who has met me.