It’s… better than the other one?

Look, I was lucky to be able to see this in a cinema with an up-for-it crowd not beholden to the mythos of the Fear Street trilogy, and not on Netflix, so I get that my viewing experience had advantages not afforded to others.
But chiefly this isn’t aiming for high art or even being a higher-end, thematically rich horror. It’s aiming to be akin to — not a basic homage of — a distinct type of nasty, disposable 80s…