Although it is a slight improvement over the terrible Scream 3, the fourth installment in Wes Craven’s nod-nod, wink-wink, oh-so-clever horror series is still a drag. Sidney Prescott (Neve Campbell) returns home on the anniversary of the Woodsboro murders for what winds up being just another Scooby-Doo mystery. Craven and writer Kevin Williamson want you to think they have their finger on the pulse of the modern horror genre, but they really only have that finger on stacks of bills. This is a routine horror slog that brings nothing new to the party, and by the time the killer is revealed this time out, it is just laughable. There is lots of stabbing, lots of puking blood, and very little to involve your mind. This one kind of dumped at the box office, so I wouldn’t be surprised if this is the last time we have to watch one of these things.