I Know What You Did Last Summer/I Still Know What You Did Last Summer 1999 Horror Movie Review

I Know What You Did Last Summer
As they celebrate their high school graduation, four friends are involved in a hit-and-run accident when their car hits—and apparently kills—a pedestrian on an isolated roadway. They dispose of the body and vow to keep the incident a secret, but a year later somebody starts sending them letters bearing the warning “I Know What You Did Last Summer.” At that point the panicked foursome becomes the target of an elusive serial killer whose disguise consists of a fisherman’s slicker and a lethal ice hook. Part mystery and part slasher flick, this thriller was heavily hyped as a follow-up to Scream by screenwriter Kevin Williamson (who later created the TV series Dawson’s Creek), and like Scream it’s a showcase for a teenage cast including Jennifer Love Hewitt and Sarah Michelle Gellar. And while this shocker isn’t as inspired as its predecessor, it’s guaranteed to give its target audience a few good thrills as it dives toward a routine climax of mayhem and murder. Based (rather loosely) on the popular novel by Lois Duncan. —Jeff Shannon

  I Still Know What You Did Last Summer
There was so much story left to tell after I Know What You Did Last Summer that the filmmakers brought back all the beloved, surviving characters from the first film for this sequel. Ray (Freddie Prinze Jr.), Julie (Jennifer Love Hewitt), and Julie’s white tank top (Jennifer Love Hewitt’s white tank top) return to once again face a hook-wielding maniac. Not satisfied merely to repeat a theme, director Danny Cannon and screenwriter Trey Callaway add variation by introducing Karla (Brandy) as Julie’s best friend in the whole wide world. Karla and Julie have won a summer trip to the Bahamas with their current infatuations but find that they’ve arrived at the start of the storm season and that their hotel “Do Not Disturb” signs should flip to say “R.I.P.” One can only hope to hang just such a sign on this repetitive, tedious franchise, especially since this version is less scary than the price of beer in those little hotel-room refrigerators. Definite contender for Gratuitous T&A Shot of the Year (it’s of Hewitt and that’s not meant as a recommendation). —Keith Simanton