The entire time I’ve been watching the Fear Street trilogy I’ve felt a bubbling sense of anger growing within me. And watching Fear Street Part Three: 1666 has legit blown my gasket and made me wonder why I even tortured myself in the first place by watching this hot garbage. Because yes, despite all the glorious reviews I keep seeing, I think the Fear Street trilogy was lazy and could’ve been leagues better.
As a queer woman, I was hella here for an LGBTQ storyline being at the heart of this story. It’s what kept me going when everything else in this trilogy told me to stop and save myself. And I’m glad that sapphic love won at the end of it. Who wouldn’t be? But what pisses me off is that Fear Street Part Three: 1666 went the route of showing queer love transformed into this ugly reason why Sarah Fier was called a witch and murdered.
Fear Street Part Three: 1666 could’ve gone for something original. But no, two women loving each other had to be the reason and honestly, it’s lazy and so unoriginal that my eyes almost popped out of my head because I rolled them so hard. In a way it feels like trauma porn based on our experiences to move a story along. There could be dozens of other directions this could’ve gone in that didn’t rely on the fact that people are sometimes bigoted assholes.
Oh, but it’s realistic and that was probably the reason why some women were called witches back in the day, you shout! I call bullshit. Our pain is constantly the butt of the joke and making it so this trilogy was centered around queer pain just pissed me off and made me thankful that this series is finally over. Seriously, I have never been so grateful for a series of movies to end in my entire life. This won.
And don’t even get me started on the fact that the “good guy” ended up being the asshole behind all of this. This puritan white man piece of garbage had the nerve to make a deal with the devil because he couldn’t get the girl? Wanted her to see how they were similar? Felt the world had turned his back on him? Someone needs to tell me, what was the reason and why did Fear Street Part Three: 1666 have to make it so that his need was the catalyst for it all?
Boring, boring, with a heavy slice of boring if I’m being honest. We as queer people, our experiences, and our love are more than trauma porn. And you would think that a movie with legit possessions, ghostly murderers, and witchcraft would come up with something more original than a basic man who felt so entitled to a woman that he made a deal with Satan himself to ensnare her or whatever the hell he was doing.
But no, Fear Street Part Three: 1666 went down that road and tried to sell it as, “Look, the lesbians survived! Love us!” That’s the least you could do after the repeated brutalization of Sarah Fier as if that’s the kind of entertainment queer audiences want. We don’t want that. We don’t want this. We want originality and not a movie that pats itself on the back for centering queer stories where we are brutalized for being who we are and loving who we want.
Fear Street Part Three: 1666 is now available on Netflix.
